Colors nodded at Sabine as she started to leave. "If that's what you want, then that's what you want. I'll not argue with you about it." He said, finishing off the last of his wine. "Goodnight, and I...might need a hangover cure at some point. Probably." He did not stay at the table for much longer with no one else to talk to, and instead retired to his room shortly afterwards. 

The next morning, the group was quick to start preparing for the day's tasks. True to his word, Colors asked Sabine with help for his headache before even having breakfast. Regardless of how Sabine acted, there was not a single hint of awkwardness from Colors. It was almost as if nothing had happened at all, though after such a long conversation with her, he was a bit more apt to be friendly with her. Still, it was obvious he had felt no sort of surprise or discouragement from her rejection; indeed, he likely had expected it. 

The group remained in the inn until Kaleeth was able to make it back to the city, before noon. She had left early that morning, so she had been awake for hours longer than the others. Unsurprisingly, the sight of an armed Argonian warrior in bronzed armor attracted the eyes of nearly every patron in the inn for at least a few moments, but grabbing attention would be her purpose during this confrontation. 

Once they were all ready, the group left the inn and started towards the market. Most of them were going to be watching the exits, but for the ones that were going in, they needed to be sure of their roles beforehand. Since Kaleeth had been away the previous night, she had been the first to question Fendros. "So I guess I should stand a bit behind everyone? I probably don't want to be too threatening at first if I don't need to be."