"Uhm, well, ok," Fendros struggled for words between the two. Lorag has such strength that his arm felt like a rock, and Ahnasha's fur was of course sopping wet, like a cat. [i]Or a dog?[/i] Fendros considered. "Well, I didn't get very many opportunities to... celebrate," Fendros said, "but when the opportunity arose, my brother and I would sneak out occasionally to drink. We would gamble and sing with the tavern patrons." Fendros raised one hand up to his eye level and pointed upwards for emphasis, "if there is drink, I remember a few games that didn't require septims, but were still highlights, especially as the night wore on." Fendros looked over to Meesei, still floating in the water, for confirmation, "We might try playing?"