"You could say that." Ahnasha answered to Rhazii, intent on dismissing the question quickly. Their conversation had been in vague enough terms to avoid saying anything they would not want the children understanding. None of them had drank nearly enough to make them forget about that. 

Meesei leaned forward onto the table and grinned at Gallus. "Careful, Gallus. If we are going around the table for stories, then we will land on you soon enough." She commented, having been more than observant enough to notice his unease. 

Regardless, Meesei decided to give an answer. "I would say I have lived an exciting life, but if you want me to share some embarrassing romantic blunder, I am sorry to say that I must disappoint you. I've hunted dangerous beasts, taken great risks to save fellow members of my tribe, explored the depths of Ayleid ruins, but for romance? My life has been rather mundane in that regard. I was the future Treeminder of our tribe, so I had few friends. There were a few who I formed relationships with, with varying degrees of success or failure. The first was a hunter, but he was not that caring and I lost interest. Another was a mage like me, and we got along much better. I might have even loved him, but with my magical studies, I could not give him the attention he needed. One was a farmer who cared deeply about me. I certainly liked her and was happy with her, but she wanted to be my wife, and that was...more than I wanted then." Meesei explained casually, though she had certainly never shared that detail about her past. 

"I doubt there are any stories among them you would find particularly entertaining. I never fought them, or ran around the village with their loincloths on my head." Meesei continued, chuckling at Janius. "I shall have plenty to say when the topic shifts to killing ancient Ayleid liches, however. Now, I am curious, what stories does Gallus have to share?"

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"Thorn, I think I remember reading about that place." Peiter commented. "The call it the 'Jewel of the East,' right? Or...was that Tear? I think they're both known for being beautiful. I can only imagine what they look like, if they are better than this."

"Although..." Peiter began as his eyes turned from the buildings around them, to the streets along which they were walking. For as beautiful as the architecture was, and as vibrant the styles of its people, it was all juxtaposed against the decay of its less-than-reputable inhabitants. There were no shortage of shady characters around them, gathered in groups at street corners, or conducting deals in the darkened alleys. There were homeless begging on the streets, and skooma addicts laying unconscious against some of the abandoned buildings. Or at least, he hoped they were merely unconscious. "I can see why this place isn't considered the...most beautiful place in Tamriel."

Reaching the market, the trio found just what Peiter had hoped. Along the outer edges of the large, open outdoor market in the center of the district, there were indeed performers, and not just acrobats. Just from where he was standing, Peiter could see jugglers, mages, musicians, painters, animal tamers, and of course acrobats. "So...where do we start?"