Muttonhawk

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

As the waitress did her rounds, some decided to order a drink, while others weren't so sure. Uthri ordered mead as well, Gallus asked for a 'local speciality' at his own risk, Fendros didn't think they would be hanging around for too long so he refrained, and Janius ordered ale. Rhazii noticed what was happening and asked Fendros for some water, but the pack had skins of water anyway.

When the waitress reached Tzirret and Sabine, there was no immediate answer as they considered. Sabine eventually spoke up first, "May I please have water?"

Tzirret finally shook his head and put up his hand. "Nothing for this one," he said in Ta'agra.

As soon as the waitress took her leave, Sabine looked at Tzirret oddly. "What did you ask for?"

"Huh? Nothing," Tzirret said, only now remembering that he should probably stick to Cyrodilic. Afterwards, he looked to Peiter unsurely, "Do you mind if this one...may taste the brandy? It is not a taste this one knows."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Janius had been holding Leaps by a short leash for the entire journey, but upon the barkeep's warning, he wrapped another length of the cord around his hand to keep the wamasu close.

Thankfully, the fact that the packs had arrived during working day meant that the tavern they arrived in was not as crowded as the streets. There were still enough patrons to cause a racket, but there were enough tables to accommodate almost all of them. Fendros and Uthri elected to stand rather than seat themselves, but they didn't mind.

Once seated with Sabine and Peiter, Tzirret wrinkled his nose. "There is more a smell of sweat and spilt drink than anything lycan," he commented quietly, "This one would not know how to track anything in this place, or this city."

"They will come to us. We are easy to see," Sabine said.

Tzirret sniffed some more in the air, "I smell moon sugar, but it is stronger."

Sabine knew exactly what it was. "Skooma. Some people might get angry easily here."

Adjacent to the youths, on another table, Janius took the time where he might not have to worry about his purse being cut at any moment to speak to Kaleeth. "I don't know what to make of this place. It's...unique and exotic, but it feels as if it has the same problems as the Imperial City." He lowered his voice, "Perhaps worse. What do you think?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Fendros was already ill-at-ease by the prevalent smell of skooma around them, but Ahnasha's mention of moon sugar being in everything made his stomach churn. "That's going to make things a bit difficult.-" "Mama." "-I think I'll try to stick to raw goods with the clan. You're right, though,-" "Mama." "-this place is bursting at the seams. Any kind of people this tightly packed with drugs everywhere would be the same."

Rhazii finally got another scrap of time after Fendros was done. "Mama, is that an Alfiq over there on that building?" Rhazii asked, pointing up at what looked like a house cat laid down on a balcony in the sun, lazily looking over the group.

Even though he wasn't sure whether it was a good distraction from his fears, Tzirret was confused by Peiter's words. "What you said, this is not understood. This one is not very smart, I thought. All Khajiit, in all forms, are as smart as any other person. Some cannot talk, that's all. This one does not know how accepting they are here, either."

Peiter's reservations about cultural taboo were not lost on Tzirret, because he felt similarly to him. "You are scared of a mistake? This one is scared of being mugged! Look at some of these people!"

"I don't think we will be stopped," Sabine added, not betraying her own levels of nervousness, whatever they were, "We just have to stay close to everyone else."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Tzirret was about as much in his element in Senchal as he was in the Imperial City, if even less so due to the weather. When Peiter tapped him on the shoulder, he snapped his head to look with some fear, expecting a pickpocket. He relaxed a little when he realised that it was just Peiter, but the question didn't give him much comfort. He didn't normally talk about his old family often, if at all. The volume of his voice increased to be heard over the babble of the crowds around them, "Well, we were a caravan, so...most were Suthay-Raht, like me. Not many non-Suthay, Suthay-raht, or Ohmes-raht leave Elsweyr. There was one Ohmes-raht and one..." Tzirret craned his neck to point one of the largest bipedal Khajiit out in the crowd, "...Cathay-raht...all else were Suthay or Suthay-raht in the caravan."

Looking about himself, Tzirret tried to keep up with the others rather than get too distracted. He had one more thing to say, though. "This one has never laid eyes on this many Khajiit at once. The most ever seen by my eyes was at Riverhold, and that was when I was only nine years old." Tzirret spared a glance to Sabine and Peiter both, "Have either of yourselves not seen the other Khajiit forms before?"

Sabine shook her head, "Only Ahnasha and Rhazii, and others like them."

Elsewhere in the group wading through the crowds, Rhazii's hand was being securely held on to by Ahnasha, but if not for her grasp, he might have wandered off at least five times already. He had been told about all the different kinds of Khajiit before by his mother, but actually seeing them was another experience entirely. He tried pointing them out as he passed them, asking about what variety they were. Whenever he spotted another Cathay, his eyes would linger on them. He had never met any others of his form before.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

The city of Senchal was unlike any city that the pack had ever seen. Its docks made it look like it had been spread out across the water around it, with its distinct orthogonal walls and buildings rising up a few stories to occupy space it could not conquer on the water. It was dense and likely full of the dangers of any city, but this particular city looked so crowded from the docks that getting separated from companions was more immediate than even the Imperial City.

Gallus threw on his backpack and was almost jumping up and down as he lifted himself up onto the balls of his feet over and over. His eagerness was just as obvious in his tone. "Now this is a new sight, ha!" He took in the salty air through his nose, "And none too soon. I'm itching for a hunt after all that time cooped up, we should liaise with our friends as soon as we can."

While those not used to travel expressed their excitement more openly, Janius, Fendros, Sabine, and anyone else wise enough heeded Meesei's advice closely. They were wary of a large and crowded area where they could not afford to transform, so anything they lost was going to be lost for good.

There was a clinking from Fendros' bag caused by the shifting of the candlestick he received from S'nashi. He was considering selling it, as carrying around a hunk of silver was inconvenient, but he was conflicted for now. He decided to focus on the immediate objective; the Senchal clan.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Cool.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

There we go. I guess that action could be counted as dropping Ahnasha's family a hint.

By the way, when you say that it was engraved, do you mean just with decorative patterns, or with writing?

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Oh yeah...that's a good point. I think I'll edit that quickly, he can just use his sleeve or something.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Yeah, they've got pretty good restaurants there.

Timeskip's fine with me.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Just letting you know: I'm going to Sydney for a few days, flying out tomorrow. I probably won't have the time to post after about this time in twenty four hours.