Partway through washing Rhazii's cloth, Fendros looked up at Ahnasha and threw up his arms. "What else are we supposed to do, then?!" Fendros raised his voice. In the resulting pause, he looked down and lowered his arms. "I'm sorry..." The discussion had certainly put him on edge, "I'm not sure if it will help, but I just want to assert that talking about the memories won't kill me. If I know that much, maybe I will be able to stop myself going into a panic whenever I even think about it." He looked up hopefully at Ahnasha, "Do you understand?"

"Okay," Sabine smiled and pushed off the balustrade, following Kaleeth into the ship itself. She was glad that they were having such a smooth conversation without Sabine slipping up. She walked a little more confidently as they proceeded below deck. "Have you seen all of the other races, Kaleeth? The ones in Cyrodiil, anyway."

Taking a deep breath and running his hand over the bandage that covered his cut finger, Drinks-In-Sun approached Meesei with a confident swagger. They were in a spot on the deck which didn't have too high traffic to be an issue, so he leaned his elbows back against the balustrade and tried to act casual. [i]"So, you're Meesei, correct? I've seen you a number of times aboard the ship, and I must say, I find you enchanting."[/i] Drinks spoke in smooth Jel, but his grinning expression spoke of mainly sleazy confidence. Off to one side, a group of sailors was watching on, with another Argonian crew member murmuring to the others the translation of Drinks' words. Drinks raised one hand in a half shrug, [i]"Perhaps we might get to know each other better?"[/i] He brought the hand to his chest and bowed his head, [i]"I am Drinks-In-Sun, your most ardent admirer."[/i]