Sabine and Tzirret went along with Peiter as well. It wasn't as if there was anything to do while they waited.

The quartermaster himself was writing notes on a table in the kitchen with a comically small quill for his hands. He peered up at Peiter and the group with an unimpressed look. "Drink is for crew. Dartan gives none to passengers." He waved his quill hand to shoo them, "How little Breton say in Cyrodilic? Bugger off."

Before saying any words, Sabine upended her purse into her hands. She had about twelve gold. Tzirret did the same and added another fifteen. This caused the quartermaster to squint and crane his neck forward in interest. One of his ears angled upwards slightly. He asked slowly, "How much coin little people carry?"

Sabine looked up suddenly. It might be that they would need to bribe the quartermaster more than simply purchase from him. Sabine looked to Ciinriel and Peiter, "How much do both you have?"

Fendros and Janius both darted and leaned to one side to get a better look as Kaleeth brought the Altmer to the ground. The last few moments were brutal, but it was clear that Kaleeth was the stronger fighter. When the Altmer yielded, Janius pumped both fists this time, letting out a triumphant "Yes!" Fendros was more enthusiastic, breaking out into a big laugh and clapping his hands together. There were only a few among the crew who had a similar reaction, the rest were shocked speechless.

As Fendros and Colours went to collect their winnings, Janius approached Kaleeth and gave her a pat on the back. "Feeling better now?" he asked with a grin.