Ciinriel looked down, pulling back her sleeve slightly to look at the remnants of one of the scars on her arm. "My body has been healing. Your healer does good work. And it has been nice to be able to eat again; our captors barely fed us enough to survive while they held us, and it was usually old or rotten. If we weren't immune to disease, we probably would not all have made it."

Closing her eyes, Ciinriel let out a long, uncomfortable sigh. She decided to move to another topic quickly. "I don't think we have any drinks left. I think the crew of this ship has plenty, but you would need to find a way to get it from them."

Kaleeth approached the bow of the ship eagerly, but with some uncertainty. She was not entirely sure how to actually get involved in one of these fights, but fortunately, the current fight seemed to be nearing its end. The two bruised, bloody Khajiit in the center had nearly beaten each other senseless. After another minute, one of them managed to grapple the other and force him to the ground. He started to twist his arm until the one on the ground shouted out end the fight. 

There was a mix of cheering and groans from the crowd in the aftermath of the fight, after which Kaleeth noticed that most of them headed over to a specific brown-striped Khajiit sitting on a crate nearby. He seemed to be the one managing their bets, and the one who Kaleeth guessed she would talk to about actually joining in a fight herself. She walked up to him at about the time Colors was receiving his payout from the last bet. He had won, but evidently, he had not bet that much since the payout was not all that large. 

The Khajiit looked up to Kaleeth briefly as she approached, then waved his hand to shoo her away. "Ya' didn't bet on this fight, lizard. Wait 'till the next round to put down your coins."

"Actually, I don't want to bet. I want to join in a fight myself." Kaleeth answered, which was met with a laugh from the Khajiit.

"Ha, [i]you[/i] want to fight? This one saw all've ya fancy Cyrodilic clothes and all that. This isn't some sparring match between nobles. This is a fight, with real gold, and real blood." He answered, but before he could go on, another voice sounded out nearby. 

"If the lizard wants to fight, let her. I'll kick her tail myself." An Altmer woman taunted. She was tall, even for one of her race, and certainly had the build of a fighter. She had a collection of nicks and scars along her arms and face. She wore a pair of rough, sack cloth pants with thick cloth tied tightly around her chest. She had a few bruises suggesting she had already fought today, but since she was still mostly unharmed, that fight had likely gone well for her.

The Khajiit gave another laugh. "Alright, looks like we've got our next fight. Bettin's opening now."

Colors eagerly put in his next bet, then turned around when he noticed Janius and Fendros watching. "I'm surprised you let her fight. You two getting in on this? It's basically free money."