Fendros nodded as he listened. He never really knew that the Argonians could be so organised, but he understood very little about them after all. It was at least vindictive to Fendros' feelings that Meesei could somewhat relate to his separation from family. Then he almost groaned when he was asked if he was interested in magic.

"Not particularly," Fendros bowed his head and smiled, before looking forward and continuing, "My mother and father have always tried to teach me magic, but it was frustrating." Fendros looked at Meesei and pointed up to the sky, "You probably know as much as any mage the destiny of those born under the atronach. Well, I found it extremely difficult to practice anything I was taught. It got to the point where I started disliking lessons in magic." Fendros paused to lick his teeth within his mouth, he caught a small chunk of what he assumed was ogre cartilage and just swallowed without thinking, "The best I have is this." Fendros extended one palm out in front of him and emitted a jet of flame that was sustained for about ten seconds before petering out, "And now I have to wait for about three or four minutes before I can do that again. Even with them teaching all of the theory to me, I have difficulty understanding any of it without being able to do it. My parents even went out of their way to try and source magicka restoring potions to allow me to practice further, but drinking too much of the stuff makes me feel sick, and there seldom enough in town at any one time. I haven't really pursued magical skills so much."

Fendros tried to think of another question. Idly, he itched at his eyebrow, some blood that had dried crumbled off, he looked forward to washing the smell off his body. "So, the pack has been hiding out here all this time? Have you ever been caught by legionnaires? I've run into foresters in this area on occasion." Fendros probed. [i]I hope I won't have to be killing any of the Imperial Legion. Even the beggars know that they need every soldier they have these days.[/i]