Fendros sighed slowly as he sat down beside Ahnasha. He looked at the ground while he responded, "I guess that might help. I know I didn't have any trouble before, but the thought of cutting up a person doesn't sound...like something I would be able to do anymore. At least, not now." Fendros sucked in a breath through his teeth, "People other than Khajiits, maybe, but every time I see something like that, I see you and it..." Fendros stopped himself escalating any further. He closed his eyes and bowed his head forward for a few moments, before looking up and leaning back onto the bed with his hands on his front. "This is hard, but it is embarrassing as well."

"Well, sometimes the fights can be exciting to watch," Janius answered simply, "The fights in the arena can be bloody and brutal, but the combatants are really there to put on an entertaining show. There's also the gambling." Janius quickly realised that Kaleeth might not know the concept and explained before she could ask. "Sometimes people put money into a pot and declare that they believe that one combatant will triumph over another in a future arena fight. If that person is right, he gets to take out more money than he put in. If he's wrong, he gets no money. That's gambling. It can be fun in and of itself, but some people take it too far and lose a lot of money."

The pack's interests were clearly unanimously elsewhere at this point, so Janius decided to skip past the arena's entrance and move on to the Arboretum. Before they reached the gate, they passed two statues on either side of the arena. One was of a pointing man with undone manacles in his other hand, and the other was of a stoic woman in an armoured dress. Janius pointed each of them out as Morihaus and Saint Alessia. "Those two have a lot of history in Cyrodiil."