Ja threw an arm around the shoulders of the guard questioning the Khajiit, who still looked nervous, which wouldn't help his case. "This is my brother, these men claimed that he needed to go with them. They were part of one of those Skooma ships out by the docks, and I didn't want my little brother to get mixed up in their business." The guard threw Ja's arm off and looked him in the eye. "And why are they dead?" Ja chuckled. "If you had looked carefully, you'd realize the Breton was the only one that died. He put his hands on my brother and I took care of him." Ja looked sideways at the Khajiit, hoping he would understand that he wasn't trying to take credit for a good kill, just trying to keep him out of trouble. Then he looked back to the guard. "The Orc and Dark Elf are fine, just a bit bruised. As you can tell by my singed fur, the Dunmer tried to fight back. All I did was show him that this cat has claws." The guard seemed to buy the story, at least some of it. Ja bowed. "Ja'Ranjo gives you his word, this one does not lie."
The Khajiit that was moving from table to table spoke up. "Yes, those men outside were trying to start trouble. Things almost got out of hand until-" he nodded to Ja "-he got involved. He.. subdued them and moved them out of here. Their just recovering from their wounds." He looked at Ja, who gave him a nod. Ja turned back to the guard. "You see? Ja'Ranjo does nothing wrong, just helping family." The guard waved him off. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. We'll be leaving then, but I've got my eye on you." He and the other guards left the tavern. Ja sat down with the other Khajiit and ordered two ales. "We should celebrate our victory properly, right? And I never caught your name, my friend."