Meesei nodded confidently. Unlike the others, her clothes were distinctively mage robes, which she had gone through the effort to make look dirty and worn. "Yes, I am the mage who placed the pacifying enchantments on the Senches' bindings, and..." She began before letting out an annoyed sigh. "...Colors' current mate. Truly that just [i]had[/i] to be what you told the last representative we met?" She said, holding back a glare. 

Colors clasped his hands together and looked to Meesei apologetically. "I'm...sorry. It was just the first thing that came to my mind."

"Well, in all fairness, I do not doubt that is a true statement. Now, I suppose we should begin." Meesei continued. She was about to start leading the way out of habit, but stopped short to allow Colors to lead the way. 

Inside, a lookout in the main room of the inn spotted Colors as soon as he stepped through the door and quietly ushered him and the rest of the group upstairs, and to the farthest room from anything else at the end of the hall. Stepping into the room, they saw that there were three others besides the lookout escorting them: a Bosmer and a Suthay-raht who both appeared to be guards, and an Orc man whose outfit and demeanor painted him firmly as a sailor. They had moved around the furniture in the room so that there was as much room as possible, with a table in its center. Although, there were only two chairs. 

Standing up, the large Orc walked around the table and stood silent for a moment, directly in front of Colors, looking down on the notably shorter Argonian. Given Colors' propensity for upsetting people, Meesei was worried for a moment, until the Orc wrapped his arms around Colors, giving him a quick hug and a hardy laugh. "Ah, Sees-No-Colors. Good to see your scaly hide 'n one piece. Thought you died. My crew even went out 'n got drunk in your honor the night we heard."

Colors gave the Orc a few pats on the shoulder and chuckled. "Orub, your crew got drunk [i]every[/i] night."

"Ha! Right you are, right you are. Take a seat. I'd offer one to the others, but there ain't any." Orub said as he returned to his chair and motioned for Colors to sit as well. 

"Now, introductions. I'm Orub. Who are all you people?" He asked, simply and directly.

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Ma'tanza was laying out one of the shackles when Tzirret suddenly mentioned something about spiders on the ship. She looked up at him, eyes wide, and spoke nervously. "S-spiders? That...really doesn't help Ma'tanza's nerves." She commented as she took in a few deep breaths. "But yes, thank you. This one doe snot want to be alone during this. She wants all of her friends to be with her. We can all...shackle ourselves to each other. She wishes her sister could be with us, but she's going to be one of the slavers. And she probably couldn't fit below decks anyway."

After placing down another of the shackles, Ma'tanza stood up straight, closed her eyes, and took in a deep breath. "Ma'tanza does not like any of this. She knows we can break out at any time, but still. But still, being bound up like a slave has been part of some of this one's worst nightmares, other than the bug ones."