"I suppose you're right, it's just..." Fendros released the rest of his breath and looked forward at his knees, "... it's an identity thing. I was trying to think for myself if, say, my own father was a Khajiit. What I would think growing up. I mean, regardless, I know he's my father but... I also see my reflection in his face sometimes, and as much as I would rather not be like him, it's... I don't know, it's reinforcing." Fendros held his palm face up and looked up at the opposite wall as he explained, "I look at him and I know I've come from him as much as my mother. And with our child being Khajiit, I just wonder whether telling him, or her, that I'm its father would be enough." Fendros shook his head and looked down again. "I guess you could say that I'm worried that, at some point, it's going to turn to me and say," Fendros thrust at the air in front of him with his index finger, "'You're not my father, you're a Dunmer, you're not even like me.'" With that, Fendros let his arm fall to the bed again. He glanced at Ahnasha, then looked back to his knees. His expression was a sombre one. "What would I say to that?"

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Ariel chuckled through her nose, "Well it certainly won't [i]hurt[/i] your business to have Neercana-Rei make you look more dashing."

While she nodded with a smile at Rukeewei's mention of the historian mages, filing the thought for later, Ariel's look took a turn for the apprehensive when she was asked about her curiosity of Argonians. Her thoughts were of the coven. She wasn't quite sure how people in a city so far away from witches would react to her being one, but she didn't want to get into her reasons for leaving. Regardless, Rukeewei was asking her reasons for coming to Black Marsh in particular. This realisation brought her confidence back as she responded. "Well, I would say it's less about the Argonian people in particular and more to do with Black Marsh itself." Ariel's eyes wandered to the bar top as she reminisced, "Ever since I read about the different flora and fauna, the beautiful cities," She looked at Rukeewei's face for a moment, "as well as the Argonians and Hist, of course, Black Marsh is a place I've always wanted to see." Her eyes wandered away again, "Unfortunately, the less pleasant details made an impression, and I was too scared to even visit." Ariel held onto her left upper arm with her hand, "Then... my store in Vos had some... problems with the local populace." She added slowly, "Nothing to do with my products, but I needed to move... I would rather not go into detail." Her face brightened again, "The Khajiit, Ahnasha, she told me I needed to take more risks, so I decided to follow my desires and move to the most beautiful city in Tamriel!"

When Meesei suddenly stopped recounting a certain childhood 'incident', Janius' listening eyes shot over to Lorag and Sabine, then darted back to Meesei. "... Would have what, Meesei?" Janius asked slowly. The corner of his mouth lifted into a half-grin. "If you're trying to hide something, you know us well enough that we'll be on your backs about it." Janius said with a tone of amused warning.