Meesei responded to Sabine's question with an enthusiastic smile. She too had heard a part of the music as they passed. It wasn't a style she had heard before, so it would be new to her. It wouldn't be like the festival in Thorn, where a crowd of people gathered to dance, but it would nevertheless be entertaining. "Certainly. Music is something that changes in every city, every village. I...think it is a custom to leave some gold if you stay to listen long enough, so be aware. I was yelled at for that once in Cyrodiil." She warned as they walked along. Even above the rumbling of the crowd, she could hear and follow the music to its source. As before, there was a crowd surrounding the musician, so it might be that whoever it was would be too busy to actually talk, but Sabine might find someone in the crowd who was willing to have a chat. 

Lorag turned away from the Argonian when Fendros tugged on his arm, though he kept a firm hand on his coinpurse. His anger did not seem to diminish as he responded in a tone just under a yell. "What do you mean, not worth it? What, you want to just keep this scum on the street? Or do you just think I'm not good enough to handle it? You think I'm just a soldier only good for bashing in skulls? Or do you even think I can do that? I've got news for you, boy, I'm not useless, not yet. I can put down these scum with words or fists." He barked, finally giving some hint as to what was on his mind; it wasn't the conman that was truly agitating him.