Meesei was glad the others seemed keen on joining them in the water, as it was a good chance for them all to get to know one another. Relaxation and conversation were probably the easiest and best ways to help Fendros feel more accepted by the group, a fact the others were likely well-aware of. Just as he had promised before, Lorag had finished sharpening his blade to the degree one would expect from a fine Orc smith such as he. Fendros seemed impressed, though he wasted no time in snatching back the blade and pushing the Dunmer into the water, an act that was of course followed by a round of laughter. Each of the others undressed and waded out into the river, with Meesei getting in behind them. 

Meesei listened to their conversation, though did not join initially. First, she did her best to wash away the dried blood from her scales. Unlike fresh blood, its scent was not exceptionally pleasant, and while knowing its scent could be useful for tracking, she didn't especially want to be covered in it any longer. Once she was satisfied that she had washed away at least the most stubborn blood stains, she decided to chime in. "I let Fendros take the lead in both the tracking and the kill. It took him forever to find it and he attacked the thing like a rabid dog, of course, but he was successful without my help. He just needs some training to realize that potential."

"Ha! Well we'll be gettin' plenty of that, wont we?" Lorag said with a laugh, wading over to Fendros and giving him a few hard pats on the back. I can train you in just about any weapon there is. Need to get some muscle on you first, though. I can't be training some scrawny kid." Lorag commented, looking Fendros over and squeezing one of his biceps. While the Dunmer was not really a small or weak individual, he certainly looked like it standing next to the overly-muscular Orc. 

"Please, what good is all that force if you can't hit anything? I've seen his bow and sword; I'm sure you respect accuracy and agility far more than brute strength. I can teach you how to shoot an arrow wherever your heart desires, and to wield a blade like an extension of your own arm." Ahnasha interjected, swimming a bit closer to Fendros. 

"Hmph, there's as much skill in strength as there is in any bow. Besides, you can't tell me you don't want to look like this." Lorag said confidently to Fendros, crossing his arms over his chest in a way to accentuate his muscles.

Ahnasha laughed. "And you say I have an ego..." She said before quickly casting a spell to conjure up a bound bow. With lightning fast speed, she nocked an arrow and aimed it at the apple tree overhanging the river just upstream about fifty feet away. She loosed the arrow, striking the a branch in just the right place to drop one of the apples into the river beneath it. She dispelled her bow as she waited for the apple to float downstream, then plucked it out of the water and tossed it to Fendros. "Here, have an appetizer." She waded over to Fendros and stood just opposite Lorag next to him. They both stood silent, seemingly waiting on Fendros' response for his opinion on the matter.