"Uh, Fendros. My name is Fendros." Fendros replied with a grateful smile. He was at first a little surprised by the Bosmer, a marriage between a Wood Elf and an Orc was about as odd as they came. "It's nice to meet someone understanding," He nodded to the Bosmer. Fendros of course could not imagine what it must have been like for Earondil to lose his wife, but his entire demeanor seemed to indicate that he had at least survived. Perhaps Fendros would as well when Ahnasha's time came. Despite the slight comfort, the thought was still so painful, that Fendros opted to come back to his senses. "-and thank you." Fendros added suddenly, "Thank you very much for the books. It means a lot."

Feeling a bit more comfortable in the otherwise empty shop, Fendros reached out and held Ahnasha's hand. "Do you still... get trouble from the locals these days?" He asked the Bosmer.