"Where's your uniform?" The hated phrase brought Spirit to wakefulness.
She eyed the impertinent trooper, long and hard. When he didn't flinch, she snarled in his face. "This one paid all of ten drakes for a room of her own. She suggests that you leave- now." He must've been a new recruit like herself, for he recoiled.
Then again, there was nothing quite like a tousle-furred, angry Khajiit.
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