After they dumped the body near where Lorag knocked out one of the thugs, Lorag took a moment to feel through his pockets for any coin he might have on him. There wasn't much, just a few septims, but it was enough to help him justify buying a drink or two. Lorag had taken a good hit to his stomach, but any bruising was well-hidden, and Fendros externally looked fine as well, so they didn't face much issue getting back. Though there were still a few patrons, the tavern had cleared out somewhat, so there were at least a few free tables. Lorag sat down to catch his breath for a few moments. He had to stop and think for a moment to remember if that was something he always had to do, or if this was a recent development. 

One of the men and the child swam away to continue their game, so their corner of the pond started to feel a little less crowded. It seemed the merchant, Weetnam, was the most adept in Cyrodilic, which made sense. The others were more heavily accented and spoke less fluidly, but they seemed understandable, though Tricks didn't seem confident in his ability. [i]"I speak Jel, but Sabine does not at all.[/i] It would be easier for her if we could continue in Cyrodilic." She recommended, switching back to Cyrodilic. If not, one of us can interpret."