Partway through washing Rhazii's cloth, Fendros looked up at Ahnasha and threw up his arms. "What else are we supposed to do, then?!" Fendros raised his voice. In the resulting pause, he looked down and lowered his arms. "I'm sorry..." The discussion had certainly put him on edge, "I'm not sure if it will help, but I just want to assert that talking about the memories won't kill me. If I know that much, maybe I will be able to stop myself going into a panic whenever I even think about it." He looked up hopefully at Ahnasha, "Do you understand?"
"Okay," Sabine smiled and pushed off the balustrade, following Kaleeth into the ship itself. She was glad that they were having such a smooth conversation without Sabine slipping up. She walked a little more confidently as they proceeded below deck. "Have you seen all of the other races, Kaleeth? The ones in Cyrodiil, anyway."
Taking a deep breath and running his hand over the bandage that covered his cut finger, Drinks-In-Sun approached Meesei with a confident swagger. They were in a spot on the deck which didn't have too high traffic to be an issue, so he leaned his elbows back against the balustrade and tried to act casual. "So, you're Meesei, correct? I've seen you a number of times aboard the ship, and I must say, I find you enchanting." Drinks spoke in smooth Jel, but his grinning expression spoke of mainly sleazy confidence. Off to one side, a group of sailors was watching on, with another Argonian crew member murmuring to the others the translation of Drinks' words. Drinks raised one hand in a half shrug, "Perhaps we might get to know each other better?" He brought the hand to his chest and bowed his head, "I am Drinks-In-Sun, your most ardent admirer."
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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Fendros didn't answer immediately. Instead, he picked up Rhazii and carefully handed him to Ahnasha. "I'll clean his loincloth," Fendros said, finding a bucket to fill up with seawater. He thought of something while he had his back to Ahnasha, tossing the bucket out of a side hatch with a rope attached. "Perhaps, we could share recounts of it, in our own words." There was a faint splash and Fendros began to pull the rope back in, "It will be painful, but maybe it will help to put it in perspective. I still remember like it was yesterday." Fendros had no idea if it was going to do anything except make them weep, but something told him that confronting the memories would help in some capacity. It was going to hurt to deal with them in any fashion. Fendros pulled the bucket aboard and added one more thing before Ahnasha could respond, "Putting us through each others' pain might not be the way, actually. Whether we should tell it to each other, or someone else, I'm not sure."
"They sound mean, whoever they were," Sabine thought out loud, "I wonder if there were there any other groups who lived in Black Marsh. I've heard of Nagas and Lilmoth...Lilmothet, but that's all. And Kothringi, now." Sabine always had trouble remembering the word Lilmothiit. She doubted that it would be the last time she got it wrong. "In Cyrodiil, there are all kinds of people. I bet that every kind of race lives in the Imperial City. If it's so big, it can't have just Imperials in it."
"They sound mean, whoever they were," Sabine thought out loud, "I wonder if there were there any other groups who lived in Black Marsh. I've heard of Nagas and Lilmoth...Lilmothet, but that's all. And Kothringi, now." Sabine always had trouble remembering the word Lilmothiit. She doubted that it would be the last time she got it wrong. "In Cyrodiil, there are all kinds of people. I bet that every kind of race lives in the Imperial City. If it's so big, it can't have just Imperials in it."
"I'm not sure that it's going to be that simple, Ahna," Fendros said, looking sympathetic but keeping a serious tone, "I know that we can't just forget that it happened, that we have to accept it, but even if I tell myself that, I still start shaking when I think about it." Fendros glanced away, he found this just as hard as Ahnasha did. "It's just that we've avoided even mentioning it up until now. Each time I think about it now, I just get tense and overwhelmed, and the memories make less sense than they did before. Now that we're not so tired all the time, I thought that we might be able to piece it together again. Putting into words is the only way I can think to do that," Fendros finished clasping a clean loincloth to Rhazii, "I don't know if it will help or not, and it might hurt, but I don't think it will make it worse. Can we please just try?" Fendros looked up at Ahnasha with the middle of his brow raised. This hope wasn't big, but it was something.
"So they died out too..." Sabine bowed her head and seemed to shrink slightly in disappointment. At least there was something new in what Kaleeth said. "What were the Kothringi like?" Sabine asked, looking up again, "I've not heard of them before. Were they Imperial, or Breton? Nord? Were they Redguard?"
"So they died out too..." Sabine bowed her head and seemed to shrink slightly in disappointment. At least there was something new in what Kaleeth said. "What were the Kothringi like?" Sabine asked, looking up again, "I've not heard of them before. Were they Imperial, or Breton? Nord? Were they Redguard?"
"Right," Fendros had no protest. They proceeded below deck again to find another cloth. "The rocking was distracting at first for me, but I actually found it relaxing after a while," Fendros remarked on the way. After stopping by the storage room, Fendros found a lidded barrel to lay Rhazii steady on and began the procedure of replacing his loincloth. The smell was always horrendous, but Fendros was used to the chore by now. Rhazii happily grabbed at his toes during the whole scenario.
Being that they were in a private spot now, Fendros glanced up at Ahnasha and pursed his lips nervously. "We don't have to speak about it right now, but, Ahna, I was thinking about what Ariel said about working out our...problem. I still don't quite know what to do, but...perhaps we could try to talk about it?"
Sabine's eyes followed Ahnasha and Fendros as well when Kaleeth drew attention to them. "I have wondered that, too. Ahnasha's fur is about as soft, or softer than most human head hair. She has to spend time cleaning it well. She often complains that it takes a long time to dry, but I've not seen her scratch more than anyone else." Sabine shrugged, "I always thought that it would be too warm to have all that fur." The talk of fur brought another curiosity to the front of Sabine's mind. "Kaleeth?" Sabine looked up to Kaleeth's face, "Meesei once told me that there were other people covered in fur in Black Marsh, in the far south. They were said to look like foxes. Is that true?"
Being that they were in a private spot now, Fendros glanced up at Ahnasha and pursed his lips nervously. "We don't have to speak about it right now, but, Ahna, I was thinking about what Ariel said about working out our...problem. I still don't quite know what to do, but...perhaps we could try to talk about it?"
Sabine's eyes followed Ahnasha and Fendros as well when Kaleeth drew attention to them. "I have wondered that, too. Ahnasha's fur is about as soft, or softer than most human head hair. She has to spend time cleaning it well. She often complains that it takes a long time to dry, but I've not seen her scratch more than anyone else." Sabine shrugged, "I always thought that it would be too warm to have all that fur." The talk of fur brought another curiosity to the front of Sabine's mind. "Kaleeth?" Sabine looked up to Kaleeth's face, "Meesei once told me that there were other people covered in fur in Black Marsh, in the far south. They were said to look like foxes. Is that true?"
"At least we'll have the advantage of strength over some parents of Cathays," Fendros said, looking at Rhazii as the cub brought his tail to his mouth with his hands again. The end of Rhazii's tail was almost always sticky or moistened with saliva these days. After a short pause, Fendros looked to Ahnasha, "Say, how have you been feeling lately? Has the extra sleep been doing you good? It has for me."
Before Ahnasha answered, Fendros noticed Rhazii's face begin to momentarily strain in an unmistakable way. They would probably would not be able to get too deep into the conversation before moving somewhere to clean Rhazii.
With an apprehensive gentleness, Sabine inspected Kaleeth's head fins with her fingers. They felt as strange as they looked; they lightly bent at the touch, but seemed flexible enough not to snap,and the webbing was more like skin than scales. The strangeness of them almost made Sabine giggle. "Hair is annoying. It picks up sweat and dirt, it dries slowly, it gets tangled, and it keeps growing," Sabine responded, though not with too much annoyance as she tested the flexibility of Kaleeth's fin webbing with her thumb and forefinger, "The hair on the head seems to grow the most. You need special salves and brushes to make it straight and shiny like other women," Sabine withdrew her hand and pulled on a matted lock of her own hair, "that's why mine is all messy. Ariel tried to brush the tangles out when I stayed with her for a night, but she stopped because it pulled my hair too much and hurt. Even Meesei's feathers don't tangle like that. You are both lucky that you don't have hair." Sabine still managed to smile, Kaleeth's company wasn't nearly as intimidating as the sailors. They both seemed curious enough about each other that the conversation felt good. "At least I won't get hair on my face, like men do," Sabine remarked with a wider smile.
Before Ahnasha answered, Fendros noticed Rhazii's face begin to momentarily strain in an unmistakable way. They would probably would not be able to get too deep into the conversation before moving somewhere to clean Rhazii.
With an apprehensive gentleness, Sabine inspected Kaleeth's head fins with her fingers. They felt as strange as they looked; they lightly bent at the touch, but seemed flexible enough not to snap,and the webbing was more like skin than scales. The strangeness of them almost made Sabine giggle. "Hair is annoying. It picks up sweat and dirt, it dries slowly, it gets tangled, and it keeps growing," Sabine responded, though not with too much annoyance as she tested the flexibility of Kaleeth's fin webbing with her thumb and forefinger, "The hair on the head seems to grow the most. You need special salves and brushes to make it straight and shiny like other women," Sabine withdrew her hand and pulled on a matted lock of her own hair, "that's why mine is all messy. Ariel tried to brush the tangles out when I stayed with her for a night, but she stopped because it pulled my hair too much and hurt. Even Meesei's feathers don't tangle like that. You are both lucky that you don't have hair." Sabine still managed to smile, Kaleeth's company wasn't nearly as intimidating as the sailors. They both seemed curious enough about each other that the conversation felt good. "At least I won't get hair on my face, like men do," Sabine remarked with a wider smile.
Fendros and Ahnasha both stepped back for now. Fendros might have liked to play once more, but he didn't have anything near an enticing bet. He just readjusted Rhazii in his arms and watched the next game while responding to Ahnasha. "It was certainly a bit of fun, I'll give it that. Perhaps this won't be the last we'll be playing this game while on board this stagnant ship."
Rhazii began making a small babble and Fendros held his head back to look at him. "What's that, little one? You want to play too? Not until you're older, I think," Fendros said with a grin, "We don't want people thinking you inherited your mother's missing finger, now, do we?" Fendros bounced Rhazii up and down lightly and caused the cub to smile. Fendros found it strange that he could talk about Ahnasha's finger without feeling sick anymore. The memories were just as bad when he recalled them, but it seemed as if his mind was less sensitive to skirting around it now that he had gone more than a week with fairly uninterrupted sleeps. Perhaps this was what Ariel meant by needing to sort it out while taking her remedy. Perhaps it would not be best to bring it up in front of all these strangers.
"Rhazii just keeps gaining weight with his Cathay form. He's already bigger than most babies his age." Fendros' smile faded, "I hope we'll still be able to carry him while he's so young."
Sabine nodded. She had seen such decorations in all the cities of Black-Marsh, as well as amongst Kaleeth's tribe. At Kaleeth's physical contact with her hair, Sabine flinched in surprise, but didn't mind all that much. It was a bit uncomfortable when Kaleeth's fingers found a mat or a knot in her hair and pulled at it slightly. Sabine's eyes looked side to side for a moment, not expecting what Kaleeth said. She took as a compliment. "It's soft? Thank you," she said quietly. Feeling the need to reciprocate the kindness, Sabine reached up towards Kaleeth's fins. They were unlike anything Sabine had ever seen, so touching them would mostly be out of curiosity. She didn't know how to compliment them, though. "May I?" Sabine asked, having known the discomfort of unwanted physical contact all too well from her past. "What is having fins like? Do you have to care for them in any way? Do they hurt?"
Rhazii began making a small babble and Fendros held his head back to look at him. "What's that, little one? You want to play too? Not until you're older, I think," Fendros said with a grin, "We don't want people thinking you inherited your mother's missing finger, now, do we?" Fendros bounced Rhazii up and down lightly and caused the cub to smile. Fendros found it strange that he could talk about Ahnasha's finger without feeling sick anymore. The memories were just as bad when he recalled them, but it seemed as if his mind was less sensitive to skirting around it now that he had gone more than a week with fairly uninterrupted sleeps. Perhaps this was what Ariel meant by needing to sort it out while taking her remedy. Perhaps it would not be best to bring it up in front of all these strangers.
"Rhazii just keeps gaining weight with his Cathay form. He's already bigger than most babies his age." Fendros' smile faded, "I hope we'll still be able to carry him while he's so young."
Sabine nodded. She had seen such decorations in all the cities of Black-Marsh, as well as amongst Kaleeth's tribe. At Kaleeth's physical contact with her hair, Sabine flinched in surprise, but didn't mind all that much. It was a bit uncomfortable when Kaleeth's fingers found a mat or a knot in her hair and pulled at it slightly. Sabine's eyes looked side to side for a moment, not expecting what Kaleeth said. She took as a compliment. "It's soft? Thank you," she said quietly. Feeling the need to reciprocate the kindness, Sabine reached up towards Kaleeth's fins. They were unlike anything Sabine had ever seen, so touching them would mostly be out of curiosity. She didn't know how to compliment them, though. "May I?" Sabine asked, having known the discomfort of unwanted physical contact all too well from her past. "What is having fins like? Do you have to care for them in any way? Do they hurt?"
I've got some things to do in town today. I'll be back in a several hours.
At this point, Drinks' face had lost all of its jovial charm and had been replaced by an intense concentration. He didn't seem to react to Ahnasha's pattern at all, except to take his own inaudibly slow breath through his nose and pick up the dagger. Imitating Ahnasha's pattern was clearly pushed him to his limits as his eyes darted to follow the dagger between his fingers. Everyone around the crate was dead silent, the only sounds being the tapping of the blade point and the creak of the rigging. For such a short space of time it seemed to go on forever. Everyone involuntarily began to lean in as Drinks' approached the end of the pattern. When the tension was highest, he completed the last stroke by barely missing a finger and then slammed the dagger into the crate between them in triumph. Everyone around the crate who had placed a bet on him raised their hands and cheered.
A few moments passed where Drinks-In-Sun took a breath and let the sailors behind him pat his back. The game wasn't over, though. Drinks pulled the dagger from the deep divot he had made in the wood and everyone's revelry was silenced. His own new pattern began. He started off at the same pace as before, but he began to speed up to a dangerous level, his face straining as he tried to keep control. He wanted to win and this would be his final move. Even so, he had three close calls before he finally, inevitably, struck deep into the side of his index finger. "Aagh!" His strained shout and wide eyes was met by an uproar of victory from Ahnasha's bidders. Fendros even let out a cheer, caught up in the moment.
"Just as I thought, Khajiit mother. You are a worthy opponent!" Drink-In-Sun smiled respectfully through the intense pain as he clutched his hand, "I think that is enough of this game for me, before getting this wound seen to, anyway." Drinks slowly rose up from his seat and left the gold to be dealt out by the Imperial. Ahnasha now had a respectable amount of gold in comparison to before.
Fendros squat down to Ahnasha and gave her a friendly nudge. Holding Rhazii made it difficult to do much else. "Nice one. Thanks for winning back my coin," he retorted finally.
Sabine twisted her mouth before she could decide to speak about what Meesei told her about the differences between Argonians and Humans. She didn't want to mess up her streak of not making people feel uncomfortable. Sabine instead looked sideways at Kaleeth, finding another small difference on the top of her head. "There's hair," Sabine pointed out, "You don't have hair growing on the top of your head." Sabine ran one hand along the side of her head, pushing her frizzy hair behind one ear, "I've seen lots of people try to make their hair look pretty, but it seems like more trouble for nothing. You don't even have to worry about hair."
A few moments passed where Drinks-In-Sun took a breath and let the sailors behind him pat his back. The game wasn't over, though. Drinks pulled the dagger from the deep divot he had made in the wood and everyone's revelry was silenced. His own new pattern began. He started off at the same pace as before, but he began to speed up to a dangerous level, his face straining as he tried to keep control. He wanted to win and this would be his final move. Even so, he had three close calls before he finally, inevitably, struck deep into the side of his index finger. "Aagh!" His strained shout and wide eyes was met by an uproar of victory from Ahnasha's bidders. Fendros even let out a cheer, caught up in the moment.
"Just as I thought, Khajiit mother. You are a worthy opponent!" Drink-In-Sun smiled respectfully through the intense pain as he clutched his hand, "I think that is enough of this game for me, before getting this wound seen to, anyway." Drinks slowly rose up from his seat and left the gold to be dealt out by the Imperial. Ahnasha now had a respectable amount of gold in comparison to before.
Fendros squat down to Ahnasha and gave her a friendly nudge. Holding Rhazii made it difficult to do much else. "Nice one. Thanks for winning back my coin," he retorted finally.
Sabine twisted her mouth before she could decide to speak about what Meesei told her about the differences between Argonians and Humans. She didn't want to mess up her streak of not making people feel uncomfortable. Sabine instead looked sideways at Kaleeth, finding another small difference on the top of her head. "There's hair," Sabine pointed out, "You don't have hair growing on the top of your head." Sabine ran one hand along the side of her head, pushing her frizzy hair behind one ear, "I've seen lots of people try to make their hair look pretty, but it seems like more trouble for nothing. You don't even have to worry about hair."
The stakes in this game were slightly higher now, and there were about an equal amount of sailors who bet on Fendros as who bet on the Argonian man.
"Alright, Dunmer, let's start with ten as well, for you are new-" the man placed a hand to his chest, "-and I am generous." The Argonian took up the dagger, laid his hand down with his fingers spread, and began a pattern of stabs between his fingers. Fendros kept his eyes fixed on where the dagger was landing and did his best to remember it, but the man seemed awfully calm. He put down the dagger once he was done and one half of his mouth grinned to show his teeth.
Fendros paused, then took up the dagger and began between his own fingers. He held his breath as he imitated the pattern. With how easy his opponent made it look, the pace he had to keep was unprecedented. He just managed it, though, letting out a breath as he finished. He believed he could continue, he just had to stay calm. Fendros took another breath and made his own pattern, slightly faster this time to make it more difficult for the Argonian. Fendros' opponent kept a calm demeanour as he kept up with the pattern. He took up the dagger without hesitation once Fendros was done.
The dagger point tapped even faster still against the crate as the man outdid Fendros' pace impressively. He finished completely unscathed. The next pattern was so quick that Fendros had trouble keeping up with it. It was over before he knew it, and the dagger was placed on the crate once more.
Taking in another slow breath, though more uneasily than last time due to the rush of the game, Fendros took up the dagger and began to imitate the man's pattern once more. Slightly out of pride, Fendros even sped up as he went. He counted to nine in his head with each fall of the dagger before number ten was interrupted by his own sharp intake of breath through his teeth and a shot of pain in his ring finger. Fendros dropped the dagger flat on the crate as his shoulders hunched up, and the game was called.
"Looks like Drinks-In-Sun, wins. Good effort, though, Dunmer." The Imperial sailor said with an encouraging smile as he took his share of the winning, as bet against Fendros.
Fendros held his cut hand up and observed the drop of blood weeping from his finger. "That's disappointing," he said, following a small sigh.
"Ah, but fair is fair, Dunmer. " the Argonian said, running his scarred fingers up the small column of coins that was his winnings. He reclined slightly and looked up at Ahnasha, "But you, Khajiit mother, I could see some dexterity in your hands. How about we play a round with a bet of..." the man began to trail off as he thumbed a small column of coins onto the crate's centre, "...ten gold? If you can't match it, simply put in what you can and I will not mind. I want to see you against an opponent without fat Nordic fingers, like Hjorin has."
Sabine actually had to think about that a bit, herself. "Well, fire spells don't hurt me as much, but most spells don't. Meesei says that's because I'm Breton. I still burn as well, though. I haven't properly tested it either." Sabine rubbed her arms, soaked with the warmth of the sun, "My skin gets burned if I stay in the sun for too long, but not all humans are like that. Although, I've never seen a sunburnt Argonian before."
"Alright, Dunmer, let's start with ten as well, for you are new-" the man placed a hand to his chest, "-and I am generous." The Argonian took up the dagger, laid his hand down with his fingers spread, and began a pattern of stabs between his fingers. Fendros kept his eyes fixed on where the dagger was landing and did his best to remember it, but the man seemed awfully calm. He put down the dagger once he was done and one half of his mouth grinned to show his teeth.
Fendros paused, then took up the dagger and began between his own fingers. He held his breath as he imitated the pattern. With how easy his opponent made it look, the pace he had to keep was unprecedented. He just managed it, though, letting out a breath as he finished. He believed he could continue, he just had to stay calm. Fendros took another breath and made his own pattern, slightly faster this time to make it more difficult for the Argonian. Fendros' opponent kept a calm demeanour as he kept up with the pattern. He took up the dagger without hesitation once Fendros was done.
The dagger point tapped even faster still against the crate as the man outdid Fendros' pace impressively. He finished completely unscathed. The next pattern was so quick that Fendros had trouble keeping up with it. It was over before he knew it, and the dagger was placed on the crate once more.
Taking in another slow breath, though more uneasily than last time due to the rush of the game, Fendros took up the dagger and began to imitate the man's pattern once more. Slightly out of pride, Fendros even sped up as he went. He counted to nine in his head with each fall of the dagger before number ten was interrupted by his own sharp intake of breath through his teeth and a shot of pain in his ring finger. Fendros dropped the dagger flat on the crate as his shoulders hunched up, and the game was called.
"Looks like Drinks-In-Sun, wins. Good effort, though, Dunmer." The Imperial sailor said with an encouraging smile as he took his share of the winning, as bet against Fendros.
Fendros held his cut hand up and observed the drop of blood weeping from his finger. "That's disappointing," he said, following a small sigh.
"Ah, but fair is fair, Dunmer. " the Argonian said, running his scarred fingers up the small column of coins that was his winnings. He reclined slightly and looked up at Ahnasha, "But you, Khajiit mother, I could see some dexterity in your hands. How about we play a round with a bet of..." the man began to trail off as he thumbed a small column of coins onto the crate's centre, "...ten gold? If you can't match it, simply put in what you can and I will not mind. I want to see you against an opponent without fat Nordic fingers, like Hjorin has."
Sabine actually had to think about that a bit, herself. "Well, fire spells don't hurt me as much, but most spells don't. Meesei says that's because I'm Breton. I still burn as well, though. I haven't properly tested it either." Sabine rubbed her arms, soaked with the warmth of the sun, "My skin gets burned if I stay in the sun for too long, but not all humans are like that. Although, I've never seen a sunburnt Argonian before."
Ahnasha did as well as could be expected for her first round. Given that the betting odds were not particularly in the Nord's favour, Fendros only gained a profit of two septims. It was still more than before, he supposed. Given that there was no blood drawn, Fendros felt a bit more comfortable trying the game out for himself.
"I think I'll try as well," Fendros handed Rhazii to Ahnasha and sat down by the pitted crate they were playing on. He put five septims on the table this time, without concern to whether or not he would win.
The Nord, fed up from apparently frequent losses, stood up with his palms to Fendros. "Sorry, can't match that without losing it all." Once he stood up, he stepped away from the crate, "Does anyone want to play this elf?"
"Well, we can't let him walk off with all of your coin, Hjorin. I've got to walk off with a bit more." A spritely looking dark green Argonian man stepped up and sat himself down opposite Fendros and put in the same number of coins "Let's see what you can do, young master," he said through a challenging grin. When the Argonian placed down his coin, Fendros could see that he had a fair share of cuts to his fingers, but few enough of them were fresh looking. He definitely seemed more confident than the Nord.
As other people were placing their bets, the Argonian leaned forward and muttered to Fendros while putting one more coin forward. "Tell you what, if I win, how about you introduce me to one of the lovely ladies accompanying you?" He gestured with a flick of his head in the general direction of Meesei and Kaleeth-Rei while he talked.
The notion made Fendros smile, but he pushed the extra coin back in the Argonian's direction. Fendros wasn't sure whether Meesei would be interested in a sailor, but he had a feeling that she would have no trouble spurning this man if that were the case. "The light green one with the feathers is named Meesei," Fendros murmured back to him, "The other one has a mate already. Any introductions should be done by you alone."
The Argonian straightened back into his original position and spoke normally again, "Ah, you are a cruel elf man, but thoughtful. Now," He looked to the surrounding sailors, "Are we done betting?"
Fendros looked sideways at Ahnasha expectantly. "What do you think, Ahna? Am I worth a bet?"
"That's right. Most animals in cold places have thick fur on their skin to stay warm. Most races don't have fur, or can't grow warm enough fur for Khajiits, so we make clothing out of the animal fur to warm us. It can be scratchy at first, but it's more comfortable than a dress." Sabine seemed to enjoy being the teacher for once, "It's just Nords that don't get cold very easily, even magical frost doesn't hurt them as much, or at least my old teachers in the coven told me when I was a small child. They come from Skyrim, though, and it's always cold there." Sabine scuffed her foot. This was mostly second hand knowledge, as she had never been to Skyrim, or known any Nords very well. "If it's always warm in Black Marsh, does that mean that Argonians don't get hurt by fire very easily?"
"I think I'll try as well," Fendros handed Rhazii to Ahnasha and sat down by the pitted crate they were playing on. He put five septims on the table this time, without concern to whether or not he would win.
The Nord, fed up from apparently frequent losses, stood up with his palms to Fendros. "Sorry, can't match that without losing it all." Once he stood up, he stepped away from the crate, "Does anyone want to play this elf?"
"Well, we can't let him walk off with all of your coin, Hjorin. I've got to walk off with a bit more." A spritely looking dark green Argonian man stepped up and sat himself down opposite Fendros and put in the same number of coins "Let's see what you can do, young master," he said through a challenging grin. When the Argonian placed down his coin, Fendros could see that he had a fair share of cuts to his fingers, but few enough of them were fresh looking. He definitely seemed more confident than the Nord.
As other people were placing their bets, the Argonian leaned forward and muttered to Fendros while putting one more coin forward. "Tell you what, if I win, how about you introduce me to one of the lovely ladies accompanying you?" He gestured with a flick of his head in the general direction of Meesei and Kaleeth-Rei while he talked.
The notion made Fendros smile, but he pushed the extra coin back in the Argonian's direction. Fendros wasn't sure whether Meesei would be interested in a sailor, but he had a feeling that she would have no trouble spurning this man if that were the case. "The light green one with the feathers is named Meesei," Fendros murmured back to him, "The other one has a mate already. Any introductions should be done by you alone."
The Argonian straightened back into his original position and spoke normally again, "Ah, you are a cruel elf man, but thoughtful. Now," He looked to the surrounding sailors, "Are we done betting?"
Fendros looked sideways at Ahnasha expectantly. "What do you think, Ahna? Am I worth a bet?"
"That's right. Most animals in cold places have thick fur on their skin to stay warm. Most races don't have fur, or can't grow warm enough fur for Khajiits, so we make clothing out of the animal fur to warm us. It can be scratchy at first, but it's more comfortable than a dress." Sabine seemed to enjoy being the teacher for once, "It's just Nords that don't get cold very easily, even magical frost doesn't hurt them as much, or at least my old teachers in the coven told me when I was a small child. They come from Skyrim, though, and it's always cold there." Sabine scuffed her foot. This was mostly second hand knowledge, as she had never been to Skyrim, or known any Nords very well. "If it's always warm in Black Marsh, does that mean that Argonians don't get hurt by fire very easily?"
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