» Sat Jan 12, 2013 3:49 pm
J'anari had heard of the cold, bitter land to the north. She was compelled by the visions from Sheggorath to travel there. She hopes her supply of sweet, sweet moon sugar will not run out before she gets there. Yes, yes, my sweet, there are many new pockets to be picked there, riches to plunder. J'anari knows khajiit are not welcome in Skyrim: all the more reason for her to be careful amongst the smooth-skins. What is this? Soldiers of Cyrodiil? No! J'anari has done nothing wrong! Let us go!