Fendros was still unconvinced. He frowned and narrowed his eyes in ambivalence. "Again, I don't know about your family, but I'm not so sure about mine. From what I know of my parent's culture, the shame of having your only birth child run off with a Khajiit could be worse than simply having them die. In fact, they may treat the event as just the same, and their grief would just perpetuate." Fendros closed his eyes and shook his head, looking at Ahnasha again before continuing, "I don't know how much it will accomplish, but I will think about it. For you, I would hate to see you go through the pain, but if you think it's the right thing to do, I will trust and support your decision."

"Oh, okay." Sabine's eyes darted as she was taken off guard. She would have to navigate Bruma? She might get lost again. What if the Bruma was even more difficult to navigate than the Imperial City? She tried to calm herself down as they approached the gates. She would have everyone with her this time, at least.

The driver spoke over his shoulder in a husky cold-touched voice. "Welcome to Bruma. The city of mead and mountains." The caravan proceeded under the gates of the snow covered stone walls and beyond into the streets. To their left rose a tall temple to the Nine Divines that looked over the tiled roofs of the buildings to their right. The buildings, some houses, some shops, all lined up on a number of terraces that ascended up to the keep at the top of the central thoroughfare with some treacherous looking staircases along the way. The guards here wore yellow emblazoned with a black bird. and the entire ground save for some cleared parts of the streets were blanketed with a layer of mountain snow.

The pack had a few moments to take everything in before they would disembark and wait for Meesei's next intended heading.