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Kharjirr wasn't one for cities, especially those owned by pale skinned vermin. Imperials, bretons, nords. They couldn't walk in his shoes. They'd submit under the weight which was his life. Literally, his shoes were to big for anyone to fit in. The city of Skingrad surely wasn't prepaired for the sight before them. People fear that if which they don't expect, proven by the looks on many faces as Kharjiir passed by. He had his weapon detained immediately upon entering. Half the guards almost put an arrow in his chest thinking he was some beast. Such a giant khajiit isn't a common sight. With his beastly aura came a sort of elegance many never experienced before. A race of khajiit rarely seen, feared amongst those who knew, awe by those who never knew, wonder shared amongst them all. The Cathay-raht earned its reputation simply through its genetics. Many a confidence had been crushed that day. Warriors who claimed the title "mightiest" knew a fight with this man wouldn't end well. Many questioned if he was even a man, which is why no one could bare the weight Kharjiir carried on his shoulders everyday. When you are the topic of discussion everywhere you go, being normal isn't an option. Just pure rage bottled behind fiery auburn eyes. He was forced to wear a ragged cloak by the guard if he wanted to roam the city, and so the lumbering brute made his way in the first city he had gained entrance upon in a good amount of time. This was a relatively new experience for him, so his only option was to find the local inn and see if he could get himself a drink. Quenching his hunger and thirst were his primary objectives, and anyone who got in the way of that would feel the regret in their face for the next week. Kharjiir was quick to fight as the only way he gained respect was by establishing his dominance. The term "alpha male" fit him well and he owned it, only amongst those who he belonged with.
Upon entering the inn, he gathered a sense of who he was dealing with. Sizing up his audience was always his first priority. He used the term audience often because he was a show for most. Unless of course, you were used to seeing a khajiit well over 7ft tall often. Without making eye contact with a single person however, he made his way to the bar and awaited his service. His voice like a bellowing base, if his eyes didn't strike fear in your heart, the sound of his words surely did the job. "This one desires a pound of venison, and fill this with water." He spoke, and it took a moment for the woman across the bar to process the information. No response was given, just a nod given to him and off she went. He was used to this behavior, and he despised it. He wished for once someone would disregard his size and treat him like a normal khajiit. A sly, cunning, lying, khajiit.
Upon entering the inn, he gathered a sense of who he was dealing with. Sizing up his audience was always his first priority. He used the term audience often because he was a show for most. Unless of course, you were used to seeing a khajiit well over 7ft tall often. Without making eye contact with a single person however, he made his way to the bar and awaited his service. His voice like a bellowing base, if his eyes didn't strike fear in your heart, the sound of his words surely did the job. "This one desires a pound of venison, and fill this with water." He spoke, and it took a moment for the woman across the bar to process the information. No response was given, just a nod given to him and off she went. He was used to this behavior, and he despised it. He wished for once someone would disregard his size and treat him like a normal khajiit. A sly, cunning, lying, khajiit.