Glancing to the table for only a moment, Fendros nodded. "I think I will," he said, following Ahnasha up the stairs. Once they got to their room; a small box of a room with two beds in it placed parallel on each wall, Fendros sat down on one of the beds and shifted up against the wall. "Thorn is living up to its reputation. Quite a sight." He chuckled when got settled, still trying to shift to get comfortable. "I know it's probably just from sleeping on the ground for so long, but I don't remember mattresses being... [i]this[/i] soft." It was just a straw mattress that Fendros was sitting on, but the last time he had slept in a bed was back at his old home in Cheydinhal, months ago.

Downstairs, Janius awaited Lorag's return with what he expected to be the purest spirit known to Nirn. In the meantime, he asked Meesei a question on her return. "Hey alpha, I never thought to ask, but is there a Cyrodiilic translation of your name? Like Speaks-With-Thread and... Neercan..." He sighed, "Neercana-Rei, yes."

Ariel chuckled through her nose with a smile, Rukeewei obviously knew his brother's wife very well. After he had mixed the drinks for Lorag, Ariel replied, "Well, the agreement was two free bottles of the paint and a discount. In return she would put in a good word to you, she said she could convince you to help me." A hint went through Ariel's mind that perhaps there was something else to it beyond her sight, but she wanted to give the benefit of the doubt. "Would that be alright?" She asked.

Lorag came to the table with a mug in each hand. Janius eyed the inside of one, not knowing exactly what to expect. "What was that he said at the bar? I didn't catch it." Janius asked Lorag on his approach.