Ahnasha laid down beside Fendros, holding Rhazii between them. Even if it was a serious matter, she wanted to avoid turning the conversation to the same kind of depressed, and even painful tone that they always ended up with whenever they talked about it. She wanted to keep at least some kind of good spirit in her response. "You think it's embarrassing for you? Try being me in all of this. It's hard to maintain the image of a strong and independent hunter when you're cowering in fear at your own thoughts."

After a few moments, Ahnasha let out a sigh and turned her head to face him. She placed a hand on his cheek, turned his head toward her, then pressed her forehead against his. "Look, once we get to the pack in Bruma...maybe we will find someone there who can. It had plenty of members from all over, and we might just get lucky. Until then, we'll just take the remedy when we can, and comfort each other for the rest of the time."

"Well...I guess that makes sense." Kaleeth answered, somewhat unconvinced. "I mean, fighting is a serious and dangerous thing. I don't see how someone could watch it for entertainment, but...I guess they are different from me." She concluded. As the others were starting to walk off, she looked up at the arena one more time. "For all those people, they must have a really big pot for all that gold." She remarked before following.

As they approached the statues, only Lorag and Janius actually recognized who they depicted, though Lorag was not exactly interested in a history lesson. Kaleeth of course did not recognize them, but that was to be expected. Meesei knew of the people the statues represented, but she could not actually identify them just by sight. Given her interest in history, Meesei was actually spoke up before Kaleeth could. "Who are they? I have read some Cyrodilic history, but I would not know what most of its important figures look like. Mostly, I can only recognize its Emperors, like Tiber Septim."