By the time Gallus took his third swig of the wine he felt the moon sugar take full effect. He took a deep breath through his nose and leaned his head on his hand with his elbow out wide on the table as he turned slightly towards Ri'vashi.

"I won't lie, I've seen all those interpretations you mentioned," Gallus answered. "Elsweyr is an eclectic place, just as its people are. I had known a few Khajiit before arriving here but I did not know what to expect." Gallus waved his other hand up as he spoke as if he was gesturing to an invisible map with poor geography. "Senchal was a place that I would have liked to explore more, simply because there were so many new things there. However, there was also a lot of suffering in display. A lot of people that just looked stuck or lost. The clan in the Tenmar, Ri'nakhad's clan, they had just come off tense from the attack against them, but they were incredibly welcoming and warm." Gallus looked to Ri'vashi with a glance, "And your clan...mmm, it was more strict, but also welcoming."

Gallus scrunched up his face, "Really, you're still lycans, that gives us all enough in common. As for the rest of Elsweyr, from the pieces I've seen, it's not so bad." Gallus snorted and smiled, "The weather's horrible, though."

After taking in another mouthful of the wine, Gallus slid the bottle across the table. "You know, a lot of what you said...the same can be said for Cyrodiil, don't you think?"