All of Janius, Sabine and Fendros handed over all the weapons they carried without question. That they were surrounded by the tribals was not immediately intimidating, it was their deft movement in the marsh and the knowledge that they could disappear just as quickly. Even with heightened senses, their lycan forms wouldn't be effective against them if they could continue to harass them, or perhaps poison them in the process. But this was all beside the point while they were not trying to fight them. They just needed access to the village. To the Hist and its treeminder.

Fendros was quietly cautious about the tribal Argonians. These were the people he had been warned about as a child. Savage and ghostly in the marsh. At this point he doubted that they were all base and savage creatures with an intelligent only worth enslaving as his father had said, but that didn't mean that they weren't prepared to defend themselves. As they began to be escorted to the village, Fendros looked around to the warriors and asked Meesei cautiously in Cyrodilic, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"