"That will work." Fendros agreed. Looking around the poor district they had been lead into gave Fendros little comfort. The woodrot was worse here, the smell was worse here, it was all generally more squalid. For now they didn't get any more looks than they normally got when they walked down less-than-sparsely-crowded areas of the city, but the sooner they got to the inn, the better.

Janius raised one corner of his mouth in thought. He thought Kaleeth had a good point, but he wasn't sure he wanted to defend the Church of the Eight when he was never really invested in them in the first place. It took a few moments to come up with something to respond with. "That's...a fair thing to say." Janius looked to one side. He took a deep, slow breath before continuing, "Well, we do acknowledge them all as gods, we just...well, we don't revere all of them equally, or look to all of them for guidance." He looked to Kaleeth with a new thought, "Tell me, do you follow Hircine? How about Mephala, Azura, Mehrunes Dagon, or...or Sanguine? They're technically all gods. Not everyone follows them. As far as I can see, with all the trouble that was had with the Ninth Divine, I doubt that the Church of the Eight was established [i]without[/i] any protest or bloodshed." The mention of this brought Janius' mind back to books about the great war and the wars that followed. His tone turned to being disdainful and sarcastic, "If you really want to decide what is and isn't a god in Imperial eyes, you just have to subjugate the empire and make them sign an armistice that outlaws its worship, pfeh."

Janius stopped talking to look at their surroundings more closely. Meesei was right, this place was dotted with desperate and possibly dangerous people. He leaned towards Kaleeth to speak quietly and cautiously, "The people here may not be so friendly. You had best not make eye contact."