The pleasant surprise of a kiss caused Fendros to keep still for a moment after Ahnasha went to catch up with everyone. [i]So do I.[/i] A smile formed on his face and he ran to catch up with them all before he was going to be shouted along.

In the settlement of Vos itself, Fendros felt every single eye they passed inspecting them all. It made him wonder why they bothered trying not to attract attention in the first place. As planned, Fendros' first destination was the tavern, which thankfully was not difficult to find. Along the way he kept his eyes peeled for beggars. Back in Cheydinhal, you couldn't do anything in public without old Lute-Throat or Smelly Harry finding out. As the principle paupers of the town, they lived comparatively comfortably on the street as long as there were residents who wanted to know gossip. Here, though, he only spotted one thus far. A figure in tattered clothing slept at the base of a general store, sheltering under its wide eaves. He looked like a Dunmer. Fendros kept a mental note to find this man later.

The tavern Fendros found was compact, like some of the old houses, but multi storied, and extended. It looked almost as if it had used to be someone's house until renovated into an inn. A sign hung above the door with a finely painted little humanoid creature curled up in a pile of hay with its eyes closed and a grin on its face. Words on the sign read [i]the Sleepy Scamp.[/i] When Fendros tried to open it, the door was unlocked. [i]Good, we're not here too early, it seems.[/i]

"Greetings, strangers." A tired and decidedly unenthusiastic voice sounded from behind the bar. It was spoken by a Dark Elf woman with grey hair and plain clothing, she had bags under her eyes and didn't look up from her large book. Presumably, the book was a ledger or something. Fendros entered and looked to the corners of the room, it seemed like the place was completely empty this morning. "Ah, greetings," Fendros said, placing his hands on the top of the bar near the woman, "I was just wondering if, perhaps, my companions and I might be able to reserve rooms tonight? We've traveled much of the night, and are staying here for a time."

The barkeep looked up at Fendros, then leaned to one side to have a look at the pack. "Apologies, young master, but the only room I have available currently is the stable," her voice seemed slightly venomous, "I presume these are your... companions?"

Fendros, trying not to take to heart her disrespectful tone, responded. "Correct! Though, business partners might be more appropriate. We're in the hide and leather trade, you see. Imperial fashion tends to undulate in various directions, and this time the creatures of this area wear the skin of what is in, if you will."

The woman chuckled and put down her quill, "that would explain the Imperial s'wit accent and the dregs you dragged in with you. Look, I don't sell hides here, much less to the kind of people you're with. What do you want?"

"We won't bother you much longer," Fendros said, feeling his already thin welcome evaporating, "I would just like to know if there are any hunters in the area who might have anything for sale."

"Looks like timing is not on your side. I had two groups of hunters over the past week. One checked out two days ago, another this morning." The woman raised her brow, "now is that all the business you had, or do I need to throw you to the general store where they [i]actually[/i] sell hides?"

Fendros put up both of his hands, "that will be all, thank you. You have been most helpful."

The woman let out a disbelieving [i]pfft[/i] as they all walked out of the door. Once out of earshot of the barkeep, Fendros furrowed his brow. "What a horrid woman," he commented, "well, now we can either find that vagrant we saw on the way in or try the general store, I think. Where first?"