Janius' first reaction was to tense up a bit. What were the chances that all of these men spoke Cyrodilic? Oh, but he was stupid. With a city this close to the borders of the empire, of course plenty of people would know Cyrodilic! How could they not!? It would be the trade language. Janius felt like hitting himself. Still, it was clear that they were cross. Their words towards Kaleeth were threateningly sleazy, even. But it would do no good to give them more reasons to be angry. If there was going to be a scene, they would have caused it without provocation anyway.

Fendros turned his head and looked back at the men cautiously. Even though Janius already had his attention to the table, he gave the back of his head a look that threatened unkind words if he didn't clear this up.

There was a pause before Janius pushed any anger he had to the back of his mind for the sake of everyone else. Honesty was probably his best bet here, followed by an attempt to change the subject. With a slow breath in, Janius raised his brow and faced the men with a slightly amused smile. "Sorry, gentlemen. I thought everyone here spoke Jel. Serves me right for letting my mouth run." He brought one hand to the back of his neck, both because he was nervous and to be somewhat non-threatening. "I didn't mean anything by it. We're all just tired from the road. What do you folk do around here?"