Fendros, Janius and Sabine all found various places to set up their bedding. They were all relieved to finally put down their luggage and wander freely. Sabine felt relatively safe here, more safe than most places. The only company were other lycans, it was hidden from outside, and anything else was behind barriers. Fendros and Janius, however, were not so comfortable. They had been wary as to the friendliness of their fellow residents since they walked in, not only for Vile's servants, but for the trust of Jerrick and his clan. Perhaps it was too reminiscent of Molag-Bal's xanmeer full of cultists, perhaps it was just their beast spirits being wary of so many potentially rivalling packs at once.

"This place certainly seems like it has it all," Janius observed, looking over the ancient masonry again, "but you're right. We should make sure that there are no spies around."

Fendros was leaning on the wall next to the railing with his arms crossed, looking out at the training in progress. "How are we going to find such spies?" Fendros asked, "We can't just going around interrogating everyone, one by one."