After Reanaseer translated the Cyrodilic portion of Fendros' response, the farmer seemed to think for a moment. It was obvious he had never met a Dunmer before, but equally apparent was the fact that he did not hate them. They would not be having the conversation if that were the case. Some of the Argonians in the village probably held animosity towards the Dark Elves, but to most, the Dunmer slave raids were just stories to frighten hatchlings. Not all of them latched onto the stories completely, but in such an isolated place, not many had any real knowledge of Dunmer culture. 

"I have not met a Dunmer before; all I have are the stories of events that happened centuries ago. They are not favorable for your people. Perhaps you can help clear the waters for me? Are you from Morrowind? How do your people live, and why did you take a different path?" He asked, with Reanaseer translating. 

Meesei could understand how the villagers would not know what an Orc is. In her own village, only leaders such as herself, and traders would know much about other provinces. Usually, they would be happy to share the knowledge if any of the villagers were curious, but with the day to day worries of surviving in the marsh, there was little reason to care about what the world was like beyond the Marsh. [i]"He is an Orc. They are a race of Elves from the far northwest of Tamriel, though they do not usually identify with other elves. In fact, some may be offended if you identify them as such. They have no independent homeland, as the Empire chose not to protect them when the nations around them attacked, as has happened many times. Still, they are a proud race of warriors, and Lorag is a loyal friend."[/i] She explained. 

Kaleeth seemed slightly confused at first, but after a few moments, she extended her hand. She did not expect the kiss he gave her, but she did not react negatively. In fact, she smiled and laughed. In contrast to some of the other cautious, or in some cases, angry Argonians around them, she seemed to be in quite a good mood and had no apprehension about speaking to an outsider. She stopped for a moment, then very visibly concentrated on what she was going to say next. "You. Are. Im-pear-ee-al. Yesss?" She asked, demonstrating a very rudimentary understanding of Cyrodilic. [i]"I don't suppose you speak any Jel, do you? Like your friends?"[/i]