Inigo put the book in the satchel attached to his armor which was, somehow, able to hold the book. He approached the hooded khajiit and noted her appearance, she wore strange armor he'd never seen before. It waas different than most khajiit he'd come across.
"Hello, my name's Inigo." He said, holding out a hand. "Who might you be?"
The grey khajiit removed her hood, smiled and shook his hand.
"This one's name is Sa'chil, pleasure to meet you."
Inigo went red as a crimson nirnroot. He'd not felt any poarticular attraction to anyone the way he had for Ma'kara.
"The pleasure is all mine." He said, smiling toothily. "So, Sa'chil, how come you are wearing such unusual armor? Come to think of it, why is your appearance so strange, I've not seen a khajiit that looks so peculiar." She considered him for a second. Inigo held up his hands, I hope I am not offending you, that was not my inention. I am merely remarking how odd your appearance and armor are. Mind me asking where you got the armor?" He said, staring into her eyes, which were the same shade of orange.
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