Meesei did feel slightly guilty, as she had not been entirely honest. There were a select few stories she might have shared fitting with the current conversation, but she had the sense that Gallus' pack, or rather, Irenya specifically, did not have complete respect for her. As such, she was still being careful about how she presented herself. Those were stories for a later time. 

As for Gallus' confession, Meesei felt that his personal life was not her business. Entertaining to laugh at, certainly, but how he dealt with the matter would be his alone. "Well, I hope you learn what you need during this excursion. I cannot tell you what you find important. 

"Hmph, even I haven't done that before." Lorag huffed. "'Course, I've never really been the 'relationship' kind of Orc. Don't have a family, don't need one, don't want one. I don't want anyone but all of you. Guess you could say I'm like Janius used to be for that, 'cept I made sure the women knew from the start what I [i]didn't[/i] want. There was one Orc girl in Cheydinhall I spent a lot of, uh, quality time with. Her parents were soft. Shopkeepers, didn't want their little girl gettin' into trouble, but she wanted an Orc's life. Her parents said I was a 'bad influence,' or somethin' stupid like that." Lorag paused a moment as he began to laugh. "I remember...I remember her father decided to 'confront' me once. Walked up to me and punched me square in the jaw. I just stood there, didn't move a muscle, and growled at him. I'll say, an Orc should [i]never[/i] run away as fast as that one did from me. She ended up joining the Fighter's Guild; got killed by some bandits a year later, though. Pity, nice girl."

Lorag was interrupted when the waitress returned with their orders, though he quickly picked back up once she left. He leaned back in his chair with a grin as he reminisced. "There was another one in the Legion, also an Orc. She was a career soldier like me. There were rules against that sort of thing between soldiers, but we...couldn't've cared less. Heh, we just had to get good at hidin'. Runnin' naked through the streets in the Imperial City is nice and everything, but I want you to try runnin' naked through the woods, in Skyrim, in winter. Just tryin' not to get frostbite where you [i]really[/i] don't want it. That, was a challenge. She got killed by that werewolf though. A shame. Let's see, there was also Harriet when I first got to the clan, but she...or, well, I guess she didn't die. Hmph."

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Peiter did not think he would find a mage impressive, given that he worked regularly with magic-users, but in this case, he did suppose this fire breather brought something unique to the table. Creating fire was nothing special, but to mold and manipulate it with such artistic precision was nothing short of an amazing sight. 

Walking up alongside Sabine, Peiter gave her a pat on the back. "You think you could ever do anything like that? I have to admit, I'm a bit jealous of mages. To just conjure up fire and lightning with only your thoughts...I can hardly even imagine it."