Meesei couldn't help but to smile when Fendros began speaking in Jel. To hear it coming from a Dunmer was both a bit ironic, and oddly pleasant to hear, not because he spoke particularly well, but because it showed that not all Dunmer had disdain for Argonian culture. Certainly, Reanaseer seemed pleasantly surprised to hear him speak their language, even if it sounded like the words of a hatchling. 

"My name is Meesei, hunter and mage. Actually, I think it is safe to say we are all hunters in some capacity. We have to be, as we live outside of cities and towns. None of us have any desire to live within Imperial civilization." Meesei explained. Saying that they lived outside of towns by itself might have sounded suspicious, but the fact that she explained it by saying they had no love for Imperial civilization would certainly be understood by the Elder, and anyone else who might happen to understand her. Due to its independent nature, many Argonians in the Marsh, especially those from villages, disliked the Empire as a whole for its history of bringing provinces forcefully under its control. Indeed, the Elder nodded in understanding at her explanation, so Meesei moved on and pointed to Lorag. "This is Lorag, a proud warrior, and a good friend."

Lorag nodded and gave a slight wave. He appreciated that Meesei introduced him, as he did not really like these 'delicate' situations. For him, it would be best that he just remain silent. Ahnasha was more comfortable speaking, and since she had not yet introduced herself, she spoke up. "I am Ahnasha. I don't know much of your language, but I have been trying to learn since we arrived."

Once the introductions were done, Reanaseer took another sniff of the air to get her bearings, mainly by identifying the direction of the Hist tree. "Good, good. I am impressed that most of you are even trying to learn Jel. Most outsiders will not consider the thought. At any rate, my old bones do not like to stand for too long. Let's find a comfortable spot to sit down. Come, follow me." She said as she started off towards the Hist tree. She used her walking stick to help her navigate until she reached a point where the soil changed in consistency and the sun no longer shined as warmly on her scales, indicating that she was directly beneath the tree. It took her about ten seconds for her to carefully bring herself to sit down. The rest of the pack followed and sat under the tree near her, and, surprisingly, so did a few of the other villagers. For the ones who were not too afraid to approach them, the pack was a curiosity that broke up their daily routine, something to make their lives a bit more interesting. About six or so villagers joined them under the tree, though they tended to sit closer to Reanaseer. 

One of the villagers looked at Fendros with a particular curiosity. He was male, not quite middle-aged, with dark brown scales. His clothes and scales, especially his fingers were muddy, indicating that he was a farmer, one who cared for the crops growing just outside the village. He asked Reanaseer something quietly in Jel, to which she nodded, then looked in the direction of the pack. "He wants me to translate his question for him." She explained before he began to speak, looking at Fendros. 

"You are Dunmer, but you are trying to learn our language. Why do you wish to know about us?" He asked.

Another of the villagers sat down beside Janius. She was an Argonian female, perhaps a few years younger than him. She had light green scales, two fins on her head, and blue eyes, which was rare for an Argonian. She wore only a simple loincloth about her waist, but like some of the other Argonians in the village, she had an intricate set of tattoos. They were red and appeared like vines wrapping up her legs and torso, stopping just beneath her neck. She looked at Janius quizzically for a few moments, then slowly, and a bit nervously, held out her hand and pointed at him.

"Janius." She said in an almost questioning tone before pointing to herself with a nervous smile. "Kaleeth-Rei."