Meesei too was silent. She remained seated, but carefully observed each member of this argument. It was never ideal to have any sort of fighting between members of the pack, but she knew it would be even more unhealthy to prevent them from addressing this matter entirely. Meesei could not allow herself to become involved on either side, not yet, but like Gallus, she was ready to prevent any physical fighting. Although, while Gallus seemed to have his eyes on Irenya, Meesei was more concerned with Ahnasha. She was a proud individual, and Meesei knew she was not above starting an actual fight over this. 

Ahnasha glared briefly at Fendros, her annoyance now extending to him at least partially. "Really, we don't? We don't know what could [i]possibly[/i] be the problem with a Dunmer who hates a Khajiit. We just have no idea what could cause a Dunmer to refuse to give an Argonian the time of day. We are just clueless on what your problem could possibly be, Irenya." The sarcasm was practically dripping off of her words as she clenched her hands into fists. "So what is it, Irenya? Is it because I'm Khajiit? Is it because I'm not a child you can order around? Is it because of my mate?"

Irenya was seething through Ahnasha's response until she finally hit the breaking point. "Insolent cat! I don't care about you, or your tainted bloodline!" She shouted in anger, though her widening eyes showed that she immediately regretted the words. Breathing heavily, she looked nervously around at the others, then sat back in her chair. "I'm done talking about this."

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"Oh, it certainly is." Peiter said with an almost excited smile. "Some people take it up as a hobby, never intending to actually fight anyone. There is just something, I don't know, satisfying about it. If you look at bouts between experts, it's like art turned to movement. There is so much strategy and finesse that they can perform with hardly a thought. Even if you don't want to fight with a sword, I think it can be fun to learn. I mean, just look at me. I love swordfighting, but when it comes to an actual fight, with actual risk, I'd much rather keep as far as possible from the sharp bits of my opponent's weapon. Hence my polearm. My blade is a backup weapon [i]only[/i]."

Peiter looked again at the firebreather, who appeared to be near the end of his act. Honestly, he had been too focused on their conversation to actually pay attention to the performance. "So, I guess we can take some time to teach each other something."