Ahnasha did as well as could be expected for her first round. Given that the betting odds were not particularly in the Nord's favour, Fendros only gained a profit of two septims. It was still more than before, he supposed. Given that there was no blood drawn, Fendros felt a bit more comfortable trying the game out for himself.

"I think I'll try as well," Fendros handed Rhazii to Ahnasha and sat down by the pitted crate they were playing on. He put five septims on the table this time, without concern to whether or not he would win.

The Nord, fed up from apparently frequent losses, stood up with his palms to Fendros. "Sorry, can't match that without losing it all." Once he stood up, he stepped away from the crate, "Does anyone want to play this elf?"

"Well, we can't let him walk off with all of your coin, Hjorin. I've got to walk off with a bit more." A spritely looking dark green Argonian man stepped up and sat himself down opposite Fendros and put in the same number of coins "Let's see what you can do, young master," he said through a challenging grin. When the Argonian placed down his coin, Fendros could see that he had a fair share of cuts to his fingers, but few enough of them were fresh looking. He definitely seemed more confident than the Nord.

As other people were placing their bets, the Argonian leaned forward and muttered to Fendros while putting one more coin forward. "Tell you what, if I win, how about you introduce me to one of the lovely ladies accompanying you?" He gestured with a flick of his head in the general direction of Meesei and Kaleeth-Rei while he talked.

The notion made Fendros smile, but he pushed the extra coin back in the Argonian's direction. Fendros wasn't sure whether Meesei would be interested in a sailor, but he had a feeling that she would have no trouble spurning this man if that were the case. "The light green one with the feathers is named Meesei," Fendros murmured back to him, "The other one has a mate already. Any introductions should be done by you alone."

The Argonian straightened back into his original position and spoke normally again, "Ah, you are a cruel elf man, but thoughtful. Now," He looked to the surrounding sailors, "Are we done betting?"

Fendros looked sideways at Ahnasha expectantly. "What do you think, Ahna? Am I worth a bet?"

"That's right. Most animals in cold places have thick fur on their skin to stay warm. Most races don't have fur, or can't grow warm enough fur for Khajiits, so we make clothing out of the animal fur to warm us. It can be scratchy at first, but it's more comfortable than a dress." Sabine seemed to enjoy being the teacher for once, "It's just Nords that don't get cold very easily, even magical frost doesn't hurt them as much, or at least my old teachers in the coven told me when I was a small child. They come from Skyrim, though, and it's always cold there." Sabine scuffed her foot. This was mostly second hand knowledge, as she had never been to Skyrim, or known any Nords very well. "If it's always warm in Black Marsh, does that mean that Argonians don't get hurt by fire very easily?"