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J'baanluk is a Pahmar-raht khajiit first met in Northern Elsweyr during the main storyline. A resistance fighter for the Northern Elsweyr Defense Forces, he is passionate about his homeland, armor, weapons, and food. Do not take him drinking, though, as he cannot seem to hold his liquor...

Availability: Crown Store Sale

Cost: 2,500 Crowns

Obtained: Crown Store

Lines Spoken by This Houseguest:

• "Adventurer, have you had a chance to sample the dishes of Elsewyr? Some find our cuisine to be too spicy, but J'baanluk enjoys the way the heat curls his tongue and brightens his cheeks."
  
  
• "An added benefit to being so tall is that no one steps on this one's tail. Though, J'baanluk does have to mind where his tail wanders. As the clan mothers tell us, a Khajiit's tail is a curious creature."
  
  
• "All great warriors should travel the world and experience the many trials it has to offer. What good is a sharp blade if you are not prepared to learn every move an opponent may make?"
  
  
• "As much as this one misses home, J'baanluk will take the long way back. Travel by ship would be quicker, but this one does not enjoy sea sickness. J'baanluk prefers keeping his paws on solid ground."
  
  
• "Elsweyr feels your absence, five-claw. Tales of your daring exploits still fill the air around campfires. In fact, many a drink has been lifted in your name. Do be sure to visit us again."
  
  
• "The fiery breath of a Dragon almost compares to the scorching sands of Elsweyr. Almost"
  
  
• "Growing up in Northern Elsweyr, one learns to appreciate water. A few drops can mean the difference between life and death. That is why this one enjoys wading through rivers as he travels. So much water in one place is a rare treat for a desert son."
  
  
• "If you ever anger a Pahmar-raht, remember that flattery goes a long way to stay their blade. For instance, this one is partial to compliments about his fur or kind words regarding his deep and penetrating eyes."
  
  
• "If you ever get lost, just look to the sky and let Jone and Jode guide you. Not once has their light ever steered J'baanluk wrong."
  
  
• "J'baanluk considers his nose to be as powerful a tool as his sword or shield. For instance, this one can tell where you've been by the smell of dried mud on your boots and the flecks of pollen stuck to your gloves."
  
  
• "J'baanluk is proud to serve as a soldier in the Northern Elsweyr Defense Force. This one will protect his homeland to his dying breath, but every soldier requires a break from time to time. This one finds this location ... relaxing."
  
  
• "J'baanluk may be large, but that does not mean he is strong and dangerous. Well, he is, but it does not mean he is nasty and ruthless. Though he can be. When the circumstances demand it. But usually, J'baanluk is, how do you say? A pussy cat?"
  
  
• "J'baanluk once had a glass of wine in Summerset. It was so tart it made this one's whiskers curl. The Elf who provided it got a good laugh at J'baanluk's expense, but a quick snarl between sips made her ears quiver."
  
  
• "J'baanluk relaxes now, but when he returns to Elsweyr he will heft his wagon and fight like a Pahmar possessed. With mace and shield, tooth and claw. Anything less would be an insult to Jone and Jode."
  
  
• "J'baanluk takes great care in finding a skilled armorer wherever he goes. This one cannot stand armor that pulls at his fur or pinches his tail."
  
  
• "Magic fills the deserts of Elsweyr. The sands glow with the light of Jone and Jode, their constant dance radiating from every grain. The very sight takes this one's breath away!"
  
  
• "No task is too small for J'baanluk and this one is too tall not to support his community. For example, this one once spent an entire evening getting a pet guar out of a tree. No idea how it got up there, but the child's smile made the labor worth it."
  
  
• "Once, a Dark Elf rogue made a weak attempt to stab J'baanluk while he slept by a fire. It was like the pinprick of a cactus. This one barely noticed, rolled over, and went back to sleep."
  
  
• "A skilled swordfighter once told J'baanluk that no battle is ever assured, but you can stack the odds in your favor with skill and courage. A quick prayer to Jone and Jode never hurts."
  
  
• "This one enjoys the heft of a good mace. Every swing should feel tike the pull of Jone and Jode, with each strike nearly pulling your arms from their sockets. That is the sign of a good weapon for a Pahmar-raht!"
  
  
• "This one knew a skilled Khajiit who could pick pockets with the tip of his tail. J'baanluk had tried this on occasion, but with little success. Not to steal gold, but to swipe an extra sweet at dinner. Alas, this one's tail never cooperates."
  
  
• "This one once made the mistake of joining some soldiers in a drinking competition. It seems size does not equate to skill in this particular area. It only took three pints to send J'baanluk into the fields, bellowing songs from his childhood."
  
  
• "This one smells plum brandy nearby. J'baanluk does his best to refrain, but with no battle on the horizon ... Well, a little taste won't do any harm."
  
  
• "This one's favorite dish is a Riverhold beef pastry. J'baanluk loves to hold one in each paw, and the cook at Banished Regrets makes them in Pahmar-size portions! Oh, now J'baanluk is hungry! Do any nearby inns make such delights, this one wonders."
  
  
• "When J'baanluk enters a new town, he listens for the hiss of hot metal being quenched in cold water. An active smith means the local economy is strong. And there is a place to have work done on one's armor and weapons."
  
  
• "When this one is away, he misses the prickly flora of Northern Elsweyr. Not everyone admires their beauty, but J'baanluk sees a certain honor in a plant that wears its own armor. I see the strength of all Khajiit in them."
  
  
• "While it is good to travel, this one admits to already missing home. While some may see Northern Elsweyr as an unforgiving desert, this one knows the true warmth and comfort its sands provide."
  
  
• "Yes, J'baanluk is very tall. Pahmar-raht is the word you are looking for, adventurer. The strongest of furstock are the Pahmar-rahts. You would do well to remember that."
  
  
• "You did good removing the usurper queen from Rimmen. J'baanluk shudders to think what life in Northern Elsweyr would be like if she were still on the throne. This one will never forget that, adventurer."