With Meesei's briefing, everyone seemed to be ready. Fendros wore his sword, shield and purse, but decided to keep his chitin armour at camp in favour of the civilian clothing that had kept while they were traveling; flaxen breeches, green and brown shirt, leather loafers and a woolen scarf. These clothes would be less of a threat than his armour, especially important if he was going to be doing much of the talking, and he wouldn't be running the risk of anyone recognising the armour if the smugglers had passed through the area recently. The rules of engagement would likely be the same as when they went into other cities, with the camp being the rally point if they needed to disperse in times of trouble. The last thing that Fendros wanted was to be split up from the group. In a treacherous time and place like this, he had it in his head that to be caught alone could mean death by opportunistic packs, or worse. As long as they stuck together, there shouldn't be too much to worry about.

Their first stop, Fendros decided, would be the tavern. They would do well in the part of travelers if this was their first destination, and such a subject as travel could be an opening with the barkeep.

After they rose and started towards Vos, Fendros took Ahnasha aside for a moment and held both of her hands in his. There was one thing he needed to be clear about before being seen by anyone. Her smile was infectious as ever, but he made an effort to look serious. "Ahna, Meesei might have told you this as well and... this might seem strange, but... inside the town it would be dangerous for us to show affection," Fendros kept his voice soft and sincere, "my kind aren't very open with Khajiit and other beast races in general, you must understand."