Janius turned his head away in thought. Julan saw no quick answer from his father as his lips curled inwards nervously.

"It's hard to say," Janius said. "I'm sorry if it wasn't clear that the tattoos were involved. It's our fault for assuming that, Kaleeth and myself." He brought two fingers to his temple and took in a slow breath. "I understand if you don't want the tattoos. They tend to stay for life. At the same time, they are very important to the village here."

He looked to Julan, more resolved. "We should talk to Thorantilth about it. He is an understanding type and he knows far more about this than I do. He might have a solution...or perhaps he might end up changing your mind." He shrugged. "Would you like to go now or wait a while?"

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Calia held a reserved smile as Shevari explained. She took a moment to respond but did so smoothly. "That would explain my nostalgia. Young lady, I have not partaken in such dishes since before most standing here were even born. I look forward to out meal. Fendros explained to me that an Argonian relative would be in charge of the cooking but I did not expect this kind of speciality."

Fendros explained further. "Shevari here is a professional chef with a successful restaurant, mother."

"Really?" Calia's eyes lit up, though it was difficult to tell whether it genuine or just a polite reaction. "Congratulations, dear. Have you finally convinced these picky Imperials of the merit of Dunmer cuisine?"

"Excuse me, Fendros, Ahnasha." Monderyn subtly nudged the two of them and beckoned them a few paces away from the conversation. He continued in a hushed tone after they followed. "Mother invited father to the picnic today. He refused to even answer. Did you manage to convince your family to leave him alone, Ahnasha?"