The khajit was tabby color, and his fur looked almost patchy. He did not have any missing or bare spots, but the way the hair grew made some spots thicker than others. The hair on his head was even stranger, as it was combed similar to a humans, with a part in the middle. It was obvious that looks was not his concern. He wore a plain leather jerkin that hugged his body tight, causing the fur to tuft at the neckline and arm line. He wore no other armor on his upper body, and simple leather leggings that went to his calves on his lower body. His tail swished in the back of him, making him almost appear nervous. Or at least non-Khajit's would possibly think that. They would also think the three "cat people" were standing in the ruins of this unknown camp silent, but truth be told, subtle movements, tail twitches, even a look, was conversation.

Luke looked the three over from the trail leading up to rocky encampment. He did not trust them, but he had need of them all the same. He was flanked by his two body guards, Brin and Monica. Luke was in much contrast to the two. His silk doublet was rose patterned, his pristine white long sleeve shirt a stark contrast, with a red cloak that whipped in the wind time to time. On the other hand, Brin and Marcy were dressed for war, oh so Luke teased them. Brin had a mixture of heavy armor and soft leathers, his breast plate made of steel. Marcy was in leathers, preferring the freedom it offered her. Brin was a big Nord that carried a heavy headed axe. Marcy's long, thin two handed sword, hung from her back, dangling in way that obviously was meant for quick access. Her features were Breton, but she was a bit darker than most alluding to other blood, making for an exotic mixture.
"You two look way too serious, stop glaring at them," Luke said low, offering a big handsome smile as they approached the khajits.
Brin and Marcy looked to one another, not sure what the boss was talking about. Both, unbeknownst to the other, thought they were smiling polite enough. Both figured Luke meant the other, and did not change their expression at all as they looked back to the khajit.

Eyebad looked back down to Luke. His subtle movements told his dark furred companions, khajit litter brothers, to watch the body guards. He would keep his nose on Luke, who was known to be quite the rogue in these parts. The product he had could get him killed, if any found out he had it. It came from Cyrodiil, which meant it was outlawed. However, the trade would be worth it, if the rogue came through with his promise. This caused Eyebad to thoughtlessly lick his lips.

"Eyebad," Luke called to the khajit. His name was no reflection on his eyes, it was that the khajit only seemed to see the bad in the world, or so Luke was told.
"The man Luke has brought the product?"
"That I did old friend, that I did," Luke said, but made no move to show Eyebad anything. For a moment the two just looked to one another, Luke with his smile, Eyebad with seemingly no expression. His companions, however, could see that he was quite impatient.
"This khajit has done his job as the man asked, yet, the man seems to look this khajit over as if my paws are dirty," Eyebad said, showing the inside of his pawed hands. "No claws on this trade, Luke."
"No claws on this trade Eyebad," Luke said, his smile fading some.
The khajit brothers looked to one another, then back to the tailor's body guards. Both shrugged and walked away to their camp fire, seemingly to have been dismissed by some subtle movement of Eyebad.
"See, no claws," he repeated.
Luke nodded to Marcy and Brin, and they stepped back down the path some, but still kept a close eye on their boss. They looked passed to the khajit now sitting at the fire, seemingly uninterested in the trade anymore.
Luke pulled a small bag from his belt, and tossed it to Eyebad, who caught it with ease. He carefully untied the leather string and looked inside.
"It's pure, very pure, and very condensed. You have to cut that 10 times at least," Luke said.
"The man thinks he knows more than Eyebad about the sugar, but you are assured this is what we know," Eyebad said.
With a move from Eyebad, that Luke could not see, one of the other khajit, who otherwise showed no signs of watching them, got up and grabbed a simple crate and brought it to them. He placed it between Luke and Eyebad, and walked back to the camp, again appearing uninterested in what was happening. Luke looked into the crate, the hinges the only sound as they slightly creaked. Luke's eyes lit up, and this time it was the rogue's turn to lick his lips. He slammed the crate shut, looking to the khajit.
"If any knew you got this, and any knew how I got this," Luke began, but did not finish.
"Is Eyebad a fool," Eyebad said, more than asked.
Luke motioned for Marcy and Brin, who came up the path and took the crate. They then headed to their horses.
"I think we both are, but we got what we wanted. It was fine doing business with such an upstanding...." Luke began but did not finish. The khajit was done, and was walking to his camp, showing no more interest in the humans.

Brin and Marcy put the crate down as their boss was talking to the khajit.
"His trust in that one will get him killed," Marcy said, watching to make sure no one harmed their boss.
"What do you suppose he traded for," Brin asked, opening the lid.
"Brin, that is none of your business," Marcy said, though she strained her own neck to see in the crate as Brin looked in.
Brin made a face, then looked a bit disappointed as he stared at his boss, who was walking back to them as if he just bought the world with moon sugar.
"SILK!!!" Marcy said, seemingly revolted by the thought.