Orub was silent for a few, tense seconds, apart from the rhythmic tapping of his fingernail against the table. He looked over at a parchment on the table just to his right, then back to Gallus. "That is a lot of coin, yeah, but this is a lot of risk. You're wantin' two of my ships two take you pretty much all the way across Tamriel, and straight past Black Marsh too. Those lizards keep a keen eye out for slavers, especially on the ships goin' north. Of course, I can do it, but I'm either going to need some pay up front, or a bigger cut. Considering that you're not gonna be gettin' a single coin if you can't your stock all the way up to Morrowind...I want half. And if your buyer doesn't pay for whatever reason when we get there, I still get half the stock. And no Senche either, just the marketable ones."

"Ah, come on Orub. It's me we're talking about here. You know Black Marsh never gave me any trouble, and my buyers almost always paid. You can trust me." Colors responded, maintaining a friendly tone. It did not really matter what deal they made, but he knew well that Orub would expect him to try to pay as little as possible.

Orub grunted. "You're a friend, Colors, but you're also a slimy lizard. I've got to make sure I get what I'm due. It's half or nothing."

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"No, it is alright. A lot of cubs get new parents when they are found by the clan." Ma'tanza explained. Finally, she was able to lay out the last of her shakles, so she walked over to Tzirret to wait for him to finish his.

"Ma'tanza knows that her father was not the one who, um, fathered her, but...she still thinks of him as her 'real' father too. A parent is someone who loves you, and raises you. Someone who makes sure you're as prepared as you can be for being an adult. If you think about it that way...all of the clan's children have real parents." She reasoned as she tried to bring her expression into a smile.