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| "I think you must be the single most charitable person I know, Devilah! You must have been in there two hours! Did you clean his plumbing around the whole_house_?"

"Around the world would be a more apt description," Devilah replied, rubbing her rump. "He's insatiable! Must be a Furry!"

Behind them, Kalolf was on his knees, still begging Devilah to marry him.

"I only wish I could have spared you and allowed you to stay with him. But you know you are precious to me, my long suffering Beatrice."

The Khajiit, walking somewhat bow-legged, looked at the hulking hero.

"That's... actually nice of you to say!" she smiled.

"Well, at last we have a name... Kitty." | |

| "You seem to be walking oddly. Perhaps you would like some relief?"

"Now you ask me to ride? I don't even think I can sit! Kalolf may look like a pudgy middle-aged man, but I tell you he has the stamina of a lion!"

"Oh no. I was going to stop to let Horse rest. You know I must ride. I must maintain my strength..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Devilah finished for him. "I know, I know. Fucking lazy prick," she said trailing off. | |

| Nightfall found the hero and the Khajiit walking back from Falkreath.

"A pity we turned down the wrong road. I think we could have been in Whiterun tonight."

"Hey,you fucking turned! I thought you read the signpost!"

"Nonsense, I just followed the arrow."

"There were_lots_ of arrows on that sign you dolt! I swear, if you weren't such a hunk..." | |

| "Hush! Did you hear that?" asked Sampson.

A howl from the hills behind them stopped Sampson is his tracks. He immediately dismounted and tied Horse up to a nearby tree, out of sight of the road.

"Werewolf," he stated, "We must investigate."

"Figures." whined Devilah, unheard. | |

| "It came from that cabin ahead!" Sampson whispered.

"You know, we_could_ just pass on by. That's what normal people do. Or run." the hero's partner suggested.

"I am Lawbringer, the hand of Justice. Evil is my foe, in any form. The maw of the werewolf shall not escape my blade!"

"Okay, okay! Quiet down! How you've stayed alive all this time I don't know. Well, actually I do..." | |

| "Wait here, dear companion and I shall vanquish the evil creature!"

"Be my guest! Your funeral."

As Sampson approached the door, he heard another voice within. A female voice. With Sword drawn, he crept across the threshold. | |

| Suddenly the air was filled with a stench the likes of which he had never smelled before. It seemed to surround him and bind itself to him.

"Gotcha!" cried the voice he had heard before.

He whirled around, blade before him, other hand to his nose, to see a Khajiit head in the side window looking at him. "State your business or regret your life, thief!"

"My pardon, but I am no thief," he choked. "We heard a werewolf. Was that you?"

"Oh, no. That's just my husband, FarSeer. He's such a baby. I was picking burrs out of his pelt."

Behind the head, Sampson now perceived a dark coat of fur heaving in pain. | |

| "Ok, FarSeer. That's enough for now. But please take the trash out. I've asked you twice today already."

The whimper from the dark form was just about as un-werewolfly as it could be.

"Please lady, can you do anything about this stink?!"

"Oh, sure. FarSeer, after you take the trash out, there's a grocery list on the table. Would you drop into Falkreath and pick those up for me?"

The answering whimper contained a note of resigned acceptance. | |

| "That's a good boy!" the Khajiit ruffled the huge werewolf's fur as he shuffled past, carrying the list and heading down the path.

Now, as for you Mr..."

"Sampson. I am called Sampson, Lawbringer and Hand of..."

"Ok Mr. Sampson. Take off that armor and any underclothes you have on. Those will need to soak for a couple of hours."

"Naked? You ask the Son of Justice to expose himself here?!"

"Oh. A shy one are you? Oh, you're going to LOVE the ointment!"

"Is it really necessary?" | |

| "Only if you don't want to smell like that for the rest of your life. Totally your choice. Now, you said 'we' earlier. You have partners?"

"May I present to you my faithful companion, Devilah!"

The Khajiit came up from the road, laughing heartily. "Go on Sampson. Drop those drawers. Let's see the goods!" | |