Everyone had dried enough to dress themselves by the time Fendros had went to write his letter, other than Ahnasha, who generally took much longer than everyone else to dry out her fur. While the Dunmer drafted his letter, the others each went about their own tasks. Meesei took the meat from the ogre and began hanging it above the fire to be smoked, while Lorag took the hide and began shaving it in preparation to be tanned into leather. Ahnasha decided on a bit of archery practice with quite distant targets, and Janius and Runt seemed content hanging around Fendros. 

Meesei took stock of the supplies they had. while she was preparing the meat. Though they now had an ample supply of food, they would need to restock their supply of salt soon enough, which usually meant going into the cities. While they could not actually catch diseases from rotting meat, its taste was atrocious enough to almost induce vomiting on its own, so it was well worth it to keep it preserved, even if the smoking process did end up cooking it a bit. Meesei did make sure to keep some of the meat away from the fire, so it would be completely raw for their celebration later that day. She was indeed looking forward to it, if only because she believed it would help bring Fendros closer to them. It had been a while since she had drank, though she doubted he would actually have a bottle of alcohol capable of intoxicating an Argonian. 

Ahnasha had finished drying enough to dress herself by the time Fendros finished his letter. She was sitting on a rock by the river and looked up at him as he approached. She nodded to him, stood up, and began walking with him east toward the city. "I know the area well enough to get us close to where you described, but you will of course need to take over once we are close enough. Just be careful not to be detected. The furs and leather we wear make us look close enough to bandits that guards and other locals tend to get suspicious." Ahnasha advised. "At any rate, I have to say I am looking forward to this. Just be aware that, if Lorag thinks you can get him alcohol, you will [i]quickly[/i] become his favorite person. He is entertaining enough while drunk, at least. Last time we had a crate of ale, I could have swore I heard him purring like a kitten, though he insisted it was me. I don't know, I was pretty drunk too." She said with a chuckle.