Meesei continued to lay floating on the surface of the water, both enjoying the sensation of the water around her and basking in the sun's heat. "In Black Marsh, it is uncommon to serve either the Aedra or Daedra. For Argonians there is usually only Sithis, and the Hist themselves. Mostly the latter. Of course, none of us are here to worship the 'standard' gods of our people. I acknowledge that many Daedra, and even the Aedra have their own power, but I find only Hircine being truly worthy of my devotion. The Hist have my utmost respect, and there are a few Daedra I would have no issue allying with, but I shall only serve Hircine. I hope you will come to see the reason for that in time, Fendros. I still get the feeling from time to time that you are uncomfortable around us, but I hope to prove the sincerity of our words." 

Lorag approached Fendros and threw his arm over his shoulder, pulling him close and patting his back. "Yeah, we're nothing if not honest. Except to strangers about our beast blood, but that only makes sense. You don't need to think about yourself as a stranger, or even an ally, you need to think of yourself as family. Come to think of it, we should have a bit of a celebration, somethin' to welcome you home. You know how to make wine, right?" He said jovially. 

Ahnasha waded over from the other side, putting her arm around his shoulder as well. "Yeah, just tell us something you do for fun in that city of yours; I guarantee we will make it twice as good." She added, trapping Fendros between herself and Lorag. They both looked at him with a smile, and both were genuinely trying to make him feel accepted, but if he suggested anything even remotely competitive, it was pretty much a guarantee that all of their focus would shift to trying to best the other one.