"Hmm, well we probably don't have to worry. It's not like they would just leave them out for anyone to take, right? I mean, there are so many different people here." Ariel assured herself.

Janius held a slightly clueless expression, not knowing the context of the situation. "So, what exactly has happened?" He asked, then craned his neck down with a frown at Sabine, "And what's amused you so much, Runt?"

While her tiny laugh had subsided, Sabine's smile was still slightly visible. She decided not to answer and looked away.

After taking another sip of ale, Ariel answered Janius. "Well, Sabine and myself found a vendor which sold this lamb with a very spicy sauce in these small bread wraps. They were tasty, very tasty, but I couldn't finish mine, too spicy. Fendros finished it. I think the spice might have hit him hard as well. He's going to get something to wash it down, if I'm not mistaken."

Deesia nodded to Meesei as she explained. Her reply seemed friendly enough, but there was a spark of interest in her eyes at the mention of Meesei being a mage. [i]"I've always had respect for mages. I wanted to become one myself, but..."[/i] she looked at her palms, [i]"Well, I learned a few things on my own, but it's really more of a hobby. There are so few places to learn it around these parts, and most are filled with tree-minders, I'm no tree-minder."[/i] She looked back up, [i]"It's no matter though. I'll definitely have a look at your friend Ariel's shop though."[/i]

With a snort, Saabo-Ma added his own opinion. [i]"Don't you talk yourself down Deesia."[/i] He said with a grin, before looking to Meesei, [i]"She's found a talent in restoration magic. I always encourage her to do what she enjoys. I said we can sail to a place where there is an Imperial temple, they generally have healers that are willing to teach."[/i]

[i]"Saabo, please. I told you no."[/i] Deesia said, turning to Saabo-Ma and taking on a somewhat tired and dismissive voice. [i]"I like it here. Close to the Hist. No more of that talk, okay?"[/i] Deesia turned around again to Meesei and tried to brighten up again. [i]"I'm sorry, my husband here-"[/i] she glanced back and nudged Saabo lightly with her elbow, [i]"-keeps bothering me about it. Anyway, I think we should try some samples before they run out."[/i] She smiled widely, [i]"It was nice to meet you, Meesei. Enjoy the festival!"[/i]

Before they walked off to the wine samples on display, Saabo offered the opening to the chestnut bag again. [i]"Another? I have more than I can finish, I'll be sharing them all day I think."[/i]

Fendros returned and sat down next to Ahnasha carrying a light looking pastry crown in one hand with a bite taken out of it. He had a much more relieved demeanor and was still chewing. Despite looking less like he was going to breathe fire, his eyes were wide and giving an expression of thinking hard. His chewing was slowing until finally he swallowed.

"How is the pastry?" Ariel asked in absence of any other words.

It took a while for Fendros to respond. He looked up slowly and tensed up as if he was going to burp, but swallowed it down. He spoke slowly and quietly, "I think there was something in it. I feel odd."

It was at that moment that a noisy shouting was coming closer. "Hey! Hey wait!" A heavily accented Argonian voice was coming from behind Fendros. When they turned to look, they saw the Argonian man that Fendros recognised as the vendor of the stall he had just collected the pastry from. He was dodging frantically between seated people as he rushed towards them. "That pastry, it's for Khajiit only! It-" he stopped by them, breathing heavily. His heart sunk as he noticed the bite in the pastry. "Oh no. I'm so sorry I didn't catch you taking that pastry. It was in a section labelled as moon sugar treats." He pointed at the pastry, "That isn't for eating by Dunmer, sir. Was it you who took that bite?"

Fendros nodded, but he had his mouth slightly open, and his eyes were still wide and confused. "I was in such a rush I didn't see it," he said, again very slowly and deliberately. It was as if he was fighting a battle in his mind. "Oh, by Azura..." By the quickening of his breathing it seemed like he was becoming anxious in the realisation of his mistake. Fendros started to groan his words, "That would explain the sweetness... and the tiredness... and why I feel slightly sick..." Fendros' eyes darted around. He didn't intend to eat the moon sugar, and by the only other exposure to the substance he had -a small dose of skooma- causing him nothing but nightmares, he was on the brink of utter terror at that moment.