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Wide eyed and with no little amount of admiration, listened to the tales about hunting down a mammoth. Wolves and bears were nuisances and dangers the Khajit travelers were familiar with and had their guards with them to kill a few and drive off the rest. A pack horse and draught horse killed at...

The joy of story telling guided Raksharr's mind away from the horrors of the dragon attack. Styrr was a patient listener which helped to relax the young distressed Khajit. His mouth watered, as he watched the venison being cut into pieces. When Styrr turned to add some of it to the pot, Raksharr...

Raksharr pricked up his ears and listened intently to Styrr's words. They were not coddling, but a comfort because of their simplicity devoid of pity. As the Nord spoke of them watching him now, his clawed hands grasped the amulet around his neck which had been hidden under his robe before - the...

Sniffing softly, Raksharr gnawed at his lower muzzle. " 'm fine", the Khajit meowed and glanced away to not let his tears show so obviously. "Have you ever seen a dragon?", he then asked Styrr eagerly, while looking wary. Not really intending to listen to the answer, as he was far too...

His new roommate took the bed closer to the cold floor which Raksharr had avoided, as it was the colder of the two beds. But the Nord could bear the cold easier than the Khajit he thought, as he sat down on his own bed with great relief. Climbing up was definitely worth it. As Styrr shuffled...

Cambridge had been the alma mater for Bernard Gregory Fitzalan, the younger brother of Rudolphus Geoffrey Fitzalan, Earl of Thornbridge. Whenever he returned from one of his expeditions or planned on attending a new one, he first came here for the advice of his professor and mentor Sir William...

For speaking his mind in front of the wrong audience.

It must have been ages since he had felt so warm. Raksharr felt immense relief as soon as they entered the main building, where he had overheard that Master Mirabelle taught lessons at this time of the day. As if to prove him right, she came out of her classroom and greeted Styrr. Standing a...

When Tolfdir spoke about their training to come and becoming healers, scholars or arcanists, Raksharr was stepping from one foot the other, not just from the cold, but also from excitement. The possibility to learn about all the mysterious things he had heard many a campfire story about was like...

Raksharr felt another force working against his pulling at the wind. His first instinct was to resist and push back harder, but then he remembered the blizzard and how things had gotten almost out of his hands. The tall Nord Styrr pushed harder against his collected wind, as he was supposed to...

The tall Nord introduced himself as Styrr and Raksharr purred quietly in response. He definitely like this name with a nicely rolling "r" at the end, like his own. With curious big eyes the Khajit glanced up at the young man whose shoulders looked slumped and slightly dejected. Maybe he was...

The wind up on the College's roof was even colder than down int the courtyard, although Raksharr would not have believed it, before making the experience himself. "This one doesn't like the cold", the young Khajit meowed softly to himself, as he pressed his arms closer around his body. These...

As Olivoyr stepped outside the inn and passed around the first street corner, he started to regret his plan. He could barely jump out of the way, when someone emptied a chamber pot into the street without even looking down. The street was already bustling with townspeople and he was just pushed...

When Coorayne had asked for a rifle, he had never expected such an answer. The guy had several rifles aboard his ship? The part about not asking questions dissolved his feelings of suspicion and unease though. If he were transporting those for the First Order in any official way, such a question...

Reynar pricked his ears up, as he heard something and turned around, when Yigi came out of the bushes. From what he could get of what the sheep kin was bleating, it shared Daries' and his sentiment to stay in a normal nature oriented home rather than than square buildings of dead wood, stone...

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