"It's nice to meet you both." Llarasa smiled each to Meesei and Kaleeth-Rei. She was to give the same treatment to Lorag, but his question gave her pause. "Um...hmm," Llarasa's lips thinned as she tried to recall, "I'm sorry, I don't know anyone from the Fighters Guild except for Fendros. There was one person who I believe was an old Orc man who died recently. I don't recall his name, but he was sick and went hunting. He was killed by a mountain lion. The word travelled because apparently his wife was a warrior and decided to go out travelling. 'To find something to fight,' she said. That's all I remember, but it was told to me second hand. I don't know if they are the friends you are talking about, but...oh, I'm sure it's fine." Llarasa decided to dismiss the bad tidings. They probably didn't apply to Lorag anyway.

Fendros involuntarily prepared to cringe as Llarasa approached Janius. His usual greetings to members of the opposite sex were a habit of his. However, Fendros was pleasantly surprised to see him restrained to a smile and a hand shake. "Janius. It's a pleasure." Janius said briefly. Llarasa reciprocated the greeting and handed Janius his own bread roll. Janius was hungry enough that he bit into it immediately with a loud series of crackling sounds. After the half-stale bread of the inn and the rock hard biscuits of the ship's rations, the fresh warm bread was like a buttery paradise that made him close his eyes to conceal them rolling into the back of his head.

Finally, Llarasa approached Sabine with familiarity. "Now, I think I remember your name," Llarasa eyed Sabine's face intensely, "Sophie, was it?"

Sabine giggled at that. "My name is Sabine," she corrected.

"Sabine! Of course, sorry." Llarasa handed out the last bread roll to her, "Look, I didn't get to thank you for comforting me last night. It was unexpected, but I'm not sure that I would have been able to listen to my brother before that. So...thank you."

"Your welcome," Sabine said habitually, "Thank you for helping me to the inn yesterday."

Llarasa pat Sabine on the side with one hand, "You already said that. It's quite alright."

Once it seemed that introductions were done, Fendros spoke up again. "Llarasa, I have an idea on how we might exchange letters."

Turning around with a blank but interested expression, Llarasa listened on intently.

"What if I were to sign my letters with an alias? If mother and father ask, just say that I'm a friend you met in the Imperial City. It won't be far from the truth. How about a common Dunmer name? Hmm..."

"...Dranas?" Llarasa suggested.

"That works. If you receive a letter from Dranas, then it will have instructions on how to reply." Fendros smiled widely. Mother and father were not likely to be suspicious of any letters from friends.

Llarasa seemed just as excited about keeping in contact as Fendros did. It also meant that they would be able to catch up properly. "Wonderful!" Llarasa responded, before walking up to Fendros and hugging him tightly. "How much more time do you have now?"

Fendros judged the time left roughly, "Our carriage leaves in about fifteen minutes."

"I won't keep you, then. Tell me everything in your letter." Llarasa was doing a good job of sounding composed despite her eyes welling up. As if not having enjoyment of protracted farewells, Llarasa pulled back after a few seconds and turned to Ahnasha and Rhazii. "Goodbye, Ahnasha, it was wonderful to meet you. You and Fendros take care." Llarasa stepped closer and ran a hand over the top of Rhazii's head, "Goodbye little nephew of mine." Llarasa took another step forward and embraced Ahnasha and Rhazii both. After she pulled back, she placed her partially eaten roll in her basket and held its handle in both hands. "Good travels to you all. I wish I could have got to know you all properly." She was sounding nervous, but staying strong, "Goodbye."