The water was cool at Fendros' feet as he walked, and started to wade, into the river. He figured he would just scrub himself for a few minutes to get the grime off, but he found he needed to scrub harder to get most of the new smells off his body. Before getting as far as grazing his own skin, Fendros decided that the final scent was probably just a mix of himself and the river water. [i]I hope slaughterfish haven't wandered into this water,[/i] Fendros thought as he cleansed himself. When he was nearly done his eyes wandered down the river. He stood and watched the light dance on the ripples that the wind made. [i]Why did Hircine decide I was worth keeping alive? What is his charge in life that he needs some Dunmer vintner's son?[/i] Fendros sat down in the water with his head and shoulders still over the surface, [i]They'll come looking for me in a couple of days. I don't know what I'm going to do. Under the protection of some savage lizard shaman, I suppose that's my life now...[/i] Fendros closed his eyes and felt the river water rise and fall on his skin. [i]I never learned Daedric lore in detail, but maybe I can bargain with this 'Lord of the Hunt', Hircine. If I even get to speak with him. It might just be reserved for the alpha-lizard.[/i]

Fendros decided to hold onto that last thought. It was a direction to go at least. Some kind of ambition. He got up and walked out of the water, before finding a large rock to sit on and wait to dry off, "Meesei, how much do you know about Hircine? Why did he want you to find me?"