Orub guided the remainder of the group onto his ship, then down the stairs below the deck. The crew of the vessel had a mix of races, many of whom were Bosmer or Altmer, but there were certainly Khajiit as well. Evidently, Colors had been right in that it was purely the coin that motivated this group of slavers. Some of them looked at the group with interest, but all of them were sure to stay out of their captain's way.

"They're fast enough to get you to northern Morrowind in somewhere around a month, without any distractions." Orub answered confidently. Coming up to the navigator's quarters, Orub pounded on the door, though he did not actually wait more than a few seconds before barging in. The navigator, an Ohmes-raht man, practically jumped when the door swung open. Regardless, Orub ignored him and simply gestured into the room. "Here's the navigator. Show him where we're goin' and we'll be out of here in a few hours. I'll have someone show you to your quarters eventually. Don't worry Colors, I'll make sure to get you a room with your lady all to yourselves."

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Despite Tzirret's more-than-nervous response, Ma'tanza simply chuckled. "Trying to be courteous, of course." She clarified as she walked herself in front of him. "This one is always seeing boys staring at her, and some even make comments on her when they think she can't hear. Ma'tanza sees that you're trying to be polite, and she appreciates it."

Ma'tanza clasped her hands together in front of her and smiled. Her tail swayed back and forth rhythmically, indicating that her mood had improved with the brief amusement. "Now, there's no reason to be so nervous. Well, not about Ma'tanza anyway."