Janius felt his shoulders relax as he exhaled from his nose in relief. That certainly could have gone worse, especially if Janius had fallen into the same insular pride trap that got him angry with Zharanthixil. He turned from the table and to the pack again hoping that something like that wouldn't happen again. He would have to watch his words. Ahnasha gave a comment that Janius couldn't quite discern as being a sarcastic chide or a commendation. Janius just took it as a compliment for now. He was about to explain that he had experience with some dives like this in Cyrodiil before Rhazii joined in the conversation. Janius let the parents deal with that. "Come, Kaleeth. Let's find a room," Janius said, opting to reduce the risk of any more hot air.

When Meesei approached Sabine, she had just been listening on and staring idly at the patterns in the wood grain of the bar. She looked up at Meesei, smiled and nodded. She had been looking forward to sending her letter since she wrote it. Though, thinking ahead, she glanced to one side and swallowed, "Where is a courier?"

"Of course," Fendros agreed. Given how willing these patrons were to turn their mood, it would probably be best that they got their son behind closed doors. He followed Ahnahsa into the room she pointed out and closed the door softly behind them, turning the loud talk of the tavern into a muffled murmur. The room itself wasn't much, but they got what they paid for. Fendros put down his luggage and paced over to Ahnasha and Rhazii. He put one arm around Ahnasha and his other hand on Rhazii's back, then kissed Ahnasha on the side of her head. "You've been carrying Rhazii all day. If you like, once we've caught our breath and gotten him settled, I can take care of him for a while. The bookstores ought to still be open for a few hours, and you might get some advice from local healers."