"Okay, right," Fendros wrung out the water from Rhazii's cloth, then put it aside for the moment. He would empty the bucket and leave the cloth to dry shortly. For now, he slowly found a place to sit and leaned forward. He took a moment of reluctance, wondering if the pain would really be worth it, but he reminded himself that they didn't really have anything else. "I remember waking up in the dark room facing you. We were chained upright. There was a table, or did that come later?" Fendros rubbed the side of his head, trying to stay calm and composed. He remembered vividly what happened, but for some reason the order of events was harder to recall than the events themselves. "That Argonian walked in shortly after we woke up, he had dark scales and fine clothing. We agreed to protect Rhazii and not give anything away that would endanger him." Fendros took a deep, uneasy breath, "He started by asking about the layout. I wasn't scared at first, I think you spat on his face, but then...that's...I saw the knife, and then it was in your throat. I was terrified then, I thought you were going to die. You couldn't talk. He kept hitting you...it was the healers that stopped him..." Fendros buried his face in his hands, he needed a quick moment to stem his tears. The facts were not the same as his nightmares, in fact they weren't as bad, but the pain and fear was still there.

Sabine aimlessly wandered until she and Kaleeth slowed to a stop amongst the hammocks. Sabine supposed that this was as good a place to talk as any. Sabine then put a finger to her mouth to list off the races she knew, "There's Bretons, like me and Ariel; Imperials, like Janius...um," Sabine decided to skip the races that made up the pack, as Kaleeth already knew them, "The ones that you might not have seen are High Elves, they're like Fendros, but tall and with yellow skin; Bosmer, Wood Elves, they're short and have long ears; Redguard, they're like other humans, except with mostly dark brown skin; um, there's Nords, they're big humans that live in the cold. I think there are a few on this ship." Sabine squinted to think of any others, but of all she had seen in Tamriel, that was it. "That's all, I think. There's a member of each of the other races in the pack already." Sabine covered her mouth nervously once she realised that she mentioned the pack, but if anyone was listening, hopefully they wouldn't know what they were talking about.

Unfortunately for Meesei, Drinks was more persistent than her manners would probably allow. [i]"Ah, but no one on this ship is as radiant as you, my flower."[/i] He held his arm forward slightly dramatically, [i]"I beseech you to spare my heart! All I ask is for one night in your presence!"[/i] He leaned closer and lowered his voice, [i]"No one else need know, if that is your concern. There few enough on this ship that know Jel, and all are out of earshot."[/i] It was quickly becoming clear that Drinks' intention was not a long term one, but he was of course oblivious to the real reason for his rejection.

The one translating the conversation nearby received a comment from a sailor listening in. "Well, he's good at dodging the possibility that she might have another man without saying so." Another sailor added a murmur as well, "He must have practised on himself regarding his own homely commitments." That elicited a chuckle from the crew gathered. Normally the words would be completely inaudible to Meesei, but they had not bargained on her lycan ears.