"I was about to say the same thing to you. As much as I hate it, we need to avoid drawing any sort of attention to ourselves. We already have enough of a disadvantage being such a...diverse group of people. Our hearing is better than your average mortal, though, especially mine." Ahnasha said, twitching her sizable ears slightly. "We should be able to stay out of sight and out of mind and listen in to what others have to say."

Ahnasha glanced over and saw that the others were already beginning to make their way out of camp, so she quickly threw her arms around his neck and kissed him for a few seconds. "And I certainly look forward to being able to do that again." She said with a chuckle before letting go of him and catching up with the rest of the group. 

It was not a long walk to Vos, as they had made camp within sight of the city. Its tall, Imperial-styled walls masked the Dunmer city within. Unlike cities in Cyrodiil, the gates remained open unless there was a specific reason to close them, so they were able to walk inside with no issue, other than the Redoran guards, clad in bonemold armor, eyeing them down as they passed by. The buildings and structures inside the walls were made in traditional Dunmer styles from traditional materials. Though the buildings were made from clay, they were surprisingly strong. Perhaps not to the extent of the stone walls, but they were in no danger of collapsing. Meesei had no real desire to remain within any city for long, but the scholar within her had to admit that the architecture was fascinating.