After a quick flick and wipe of his sword, Fendros sheathed it and squat down to look at the dead Argonian. He was in deep thought on what to do. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen his fair share of dead bodies before, but killing someone in a city was troublesome. Fendros took a deep sigh, then rubbed at one temple. "Well, either we drag him to the river and hope the wildlife deals with him, like that other fellow threatened on us, and risk getting spotted. Or we could find some guards and report that I killed him in self-defense, and risk getting jailed. Or we could leave him here, drag his body into an alley and hope our trail is cold before anyone finds him, not that those thugs don't know I got him." It was rather tenuous. Fendros cursed under his breath, then squat down to get a better look at the man. "I shouldn't have killed him, that was stupid of me. I should have just cut his shoulder and hoped he ran like the others." He looked up at Lorag, "What's your opinion?"

The orange man smiled in understanding at Meesei. "Ah, very good," he said, before turning his head to his original group and shouting in Jel. [i]"Hey! Calls-From-Reeds, I found an alchemist!"[/i]

Sabine's previously unsure face became more neutral as she followed Meesei into the water and lowered her head under. She surfaced with her hair flattened against her face and head, feeling refreshed. When she wiped the hair from her eyes, the orange-scaled Argonian was joined by two more Argonian men, a woman, and child who looked no older than five. All except the wife and the child had similar colouring to the man that called them over. The sudden appearance of them all was surprising to say the least.

The orange-scaled one started to laugh in futility, [i]"You didn't all have to come over."[/i] He said to the others.

The youngest man responded, [i]"We just came to see what you were shouting about."[/i]

[i]"Whatever,"[/i] The orange one responded, before turning to Meesei and Sabine again. "I'm Weetnam, a merchant on his day off, this is my family;" he gestured to each in turn, starting with the child, "My son, who has not been named yet," then to the younger and similar aged looking man, "my egg-brothers, Ramten, the younger, and Tricks-With-Colour, my egg-twin, and finally, my wife, Calls-From-Reeds." Weetnam ended with the woman, "She is an avid alchemist herself. What are your names? Are you new in Stormhold?"

For the first time since entering the city, Sabine felt very welcomed, although this family's overwhelming attention was different compared to the Argonian stereotype, perhaps they just liked meeting people. A twinge of suspicion crossed her mind, but it didn't appear as if they were in any danger.

Even if their first session training Leaps was not fruitful, Janius expected that more time would be needed as much as Kaleeth did. What Kaleeth mentioned about Leaps' belly being rubbed appeared to be correct, even if it was hard to read the exact expression on the creature's face. "On the belly, you say? Let's try that." Janius leaned his head against Kaleeth's and brought his hand around to join in Kaleeth's fingers in calming Leaps. The hatchling seemed quite comfortable and lethargic in her arms after naught but a few moments. It slowly closed its eyes and it made Janius wonder. He moved his hand to Kaleeth's middle and started to run over it. He doubted that it would make her fall asleep, but he wanted to see if her reaction lined up with her words. "I'm not going to put you to sleep by doing this, right?"