Fendros stared into space thoughtfully, putting his hand around Ahnasha's waist. Courtesy of his upbringing, he had noticed a less than favourable disposition towards both Khajiit and Argonians was common for him. At first, he had thought that he had mitigated that kind of attitude by getting to know Ahnasha and Meesei, but from Black Marsh came stories of savage tribes and barbaric rituals. That wasn't even touching on the deadly environment and flora and fauna that would see you dead before you knew what they were.

"Hmph, can't say I'm looking forward to the humidity." Janius said.

The comment was something of a reality check for Fendros. So much had changed for him now. There would be no disease and likely few creatures that could harm the pack, and if Meesei was any indication, the tribal Argonians were not likely to be [i]all[/i] a backward and limited race. The realisation caused Fendros to laugh quietly. "I think I would do well to forget all I was taught about Black Marsh before I became a werewolf. I'm not sure how much is true, especially with my previous family's... former business." Fendros shook his head, "I doubt the Argonians would be very forthcoming if they knew that."

Ariel turned her head to Meesei again. "Do you have any other business in Black Marsh, or is it only Sabine's ritual?"