"Um, we could wait, or just talk to whoever you think we should, I guess." Julan replied, deciding to trust in his father's judgment on the matter. Naturally, he was more comfortable speaking to his own mother than a relative stranger, even if he seemed to be a friendly one. 

Julan seemed somewhat surprised, or perhaps confused by Janius' question. "Um, no. I don't think I've asked her about her family yet. She mostly just asks me questions when we talk. A lot." He replied. "Is it important? Is the Master-Hunter going to be angry at me?"

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"Leyawiin is a place of...many cultures." Shevari answered. "It is in the borders of Cyrodiil, on fertile land between Black Marsh and Elsweyr. It has a climate that is comfortable for Argonians and Khajiit, and...passable for Humans. It is a major port that receives trade from all over the southern parts of Tamriel. I wish I could say that everyone always got along, but...at the very least, for people with an open mind, it can be an enlightening sort of shock to experience. Argonians and Khajiit traditionally have much bad blood between our people, and my family was no exception. They hated the idea of me marrying a Khajiit, but all it took was to get to know them for their hearts to soften. Now, as for how I met my husband..."

Shevari had already been cheerful and smiling, but her expression soon became softer and warmer. She paused, her mind briefly reminiscing through her memories. "Vasiq was a merchant. He still is, really. He worries about finances, and inventory, and making deals, so I can just worry about my cooking. But, before I met him, he did not know what he wanted to do. Well, I will say that he did know that he wanted to have his own business, and not just wait for the day that he would inherit his parents' store. With Gwindir being a Bosmer, that day might actually [i]never[/i] come, so I would say it was a fair goal for him. But, he was, perhaps, a little confused at that point in his life. He had come up with some clever ideas, and he had it in his head that he could make a business off of being an inventor."

Shevari interrupted herself with a few, short chuckles. "My husband, my dear Vasiq, is [i]not[/i] an inventor. When we met, he was trying to sell me this little trinket. It was meant to be able to quickly, easily, and reliably create a small flame. He said it was created so 'even those without any hint of magic would, too, be able to have the convenience of fire right in their pocket. Without any of the hassle or unreasonable expense of enchanting.'  He is convinced that he was sold fake, or perhaps tainted fire salts, because the trinket exploded like a fireball right in his hand as soon as he tried to demonstrate it. By some miracle, he wasn't hurt beyond a little bit of singed fur. I started laughing, then after a while, he started laughing. Then we started talking. Beyond that, our love just came from getting to know each other over time."

Ahnasha became more obviously concerned, and made sure to keep herself turned away from Shevari to avoid causing any worry. She supposed it might be too much to ask to avoid conflict with Fendros' father by virtue of him simply not being present. If he showed up [i]angry[/i] and unstable, she and Fendros might have to show themselves as being more than simple peaceful merchants if they could not talk him down. "Well, no matter what happens, no one is getting hurt. Not us, or him. Hopefully, he stays home. If not...well, hopefully the alcohol also makes him more open to talk about it."