Jerrick wasted no time once he and Meesei parted ways. He looked to no other person on his way up to the scholar's room to retrieve some stationary for preparing his letters. There were always enough people in that area that there was no risk of being taken unaware.

The girls were gathered in a circle, seated on a small patch of hides. "...could help you get the frizz out of your hair, if you wanted, Sabine. It would itch less after we're done, and it'll make you look pretty!" Freida, the Nord girl, was talking to Sabine when Meesei approached.

Sabine was about to nod her head in agreement when Meesei interrupted. With that, Sabine turned around, going from shyly smiling to a concerned frown. Even though Sabine wanted to stay, Meesei's tone did not leave room to negotiate. Sabine turned to face her new friends and farewell them with an unsure voice. "I...have to go. Excuse me..."

The girls were surprisingly understanding. "That's okay," Freida said with a smile.

Now facing Meesei properly, Sabine stood up and followed her away. The girls could be heard starting a new conversation amongst themselves once they were far enough away. By the few words that Sabine was able to pick up, they were talking about her. She wasn't sure whether to be nervous or excited.

Lorag's pride didn't exactly heal Harriet's as she stood up and cracked her head side to side. In the time it took her to get up, the portion of the crowd that had cheered at the end of the fight had begun a chant. "Lor-ag! Lor-ag! Lor-ag! Lor-ag!" Even scanning her glare along the crowd didn't diminish their chants. Harriet moved to don her clothes before she even acknowledged Lorag's question. "You like the idea of an orc having that title? Then take it. You beat me this time." Harriet finished lacing her breeches before she continued, marching up to Lorag and prodding him roughly in the centre of his chest with a challenging grin, "Don't think this is over yet, big boy. Not even close." Harriet didn't even put on the rest of her clothes yet, she just turned and marched off with her garments under one arm.

"So that's what the creature was. I was trying to place it," Fabian said, smiling at Leaps, "I never thought I would see a wamasu in my entire life."

Leaps himself struggled in protest to having his name called while being held forward in such a restrictive manner. After accepting that he wouldn't be let free again, he decided to hold his head towards Hadryn, sniff curiously, and then chirp at him. "Leaps-On-Elves, eh? I could never guess how he got such a name." Hadryn said, smiling as well but holding one arm up. Clearly, he was not very comfortable with the creature.

"I think he likes you," Janius said, chuckling at Hadryn's reaction. Whether it was a misheard command to Leaps, or whether he was somply fed up with being held, Leaps redoubled his efforts to be free from Kaleeth's grasp.

Hadryn wasn't encouraged by Leaps' behaviour. "Is he...house trained?"

Having realised that she had probably heard as much as she was going to hear about Kaleeth thus far, Theresa turned her curiosity to Ahnasha and Rhazii, forking to a new conversation while the previous one went on next to them. "So Ahnasha, I must say, your child is a sweet little thing. Travelling with a baby must be difficult. Is it a boy or a girl? And how old? If I may ask, of course."

Fendros wasn't sure which conversation to pay more attention to at this stage. He was actually wondering whether they could turn the subject back to the leaders. Maybe he was being too serious, maybe it would be nice just to get to know some people for the first time in months. If anything, he should be embracing the concept of finding new friends without having to worry about lycanthropy.