Kaleeth sat up and leaned against Janius, putting her arm around him as he spoke. He did not describe cities as being great, but neither did he say they were terrible. She had not yet seen the positive things he spoke of, but then again, she had only been there a short time. "Well...I guess you did insult them right next to them. I might have been mad too." Kaleeth chuckled. "Maybe you could show me around the city later and point out the good parts? I would not know where to start on my own. We can stay in here for a while though, I don't think I want to go anywhere yet."

After a brief interruption from Fendros, Meesei resumed her conversation with Sabine. "Now that we have dropped off our belongings, we can leave now. Besides, it would be nice to get out of this district of the city." She said. Meesei locked the door to their room behind them, which was admittedly flimsy. It likely would not stand up to most thieves, which was one reason that it was important for at least one person to stay in the inn at all times to watch over their belongings. Meesei kept a close eye on the other patrons as they left, as well as anyone that seemed to be looking at them as they walked down the street. They were traveling in a pair, but an unarmed Argonian woman and a young Breton girl did not make for the most intimidating duo. Even if they could handle any threat to them, it was still preferable to avoid confrontation. Meesei had to admit that she was likely being overcautious. After all, most people had no ill-intentions, but it only took one deranged individual to cause them problems. Nevertheless, Meesei became more comfortable as they exited the slums in search of the market district. "There is something I have been wondering, Sabine, if I may ask. I know you very much enjoy alchemy, but you have never really been open about other things you like. And I am not referring to hunting or other things we [i]have[/i] to do, I am curious about what you want to do. Or did you never really have time to form varied hobbies as a child?"

Lorag was indeed at the bar, though he had not yet ordered a drink. Instead, he was leaned against a wall, staring at a coin resting between his fingers. On the one hand, they didn't have much to spend, but on the other, he could really use a drink, more so than usual. He was in an altogether sour mood, not because of anything anyone else had done, or the place they were staying, but because of something more personal, something that disturbed him at his core. He probably would have missed Fendros approaching if he wasn't the only Dunmer in the entire tavern. "Oh, hey, what do you want?" He asked directly.