Fendros hadn't noticed until the Argonian mentioned it. He had retained much of his sensory perception from his dream. He could hear birds chirping that were so loud that he thought they were close, when they were nowhere to be seen. He could smell... textures... indescribable smells... things he couldn't smell before. That was something he couldn't explain. He sat and thought for a moment, still feeling cross about his situation.

"Okay Argonian. I will humour you for now." Fendros said with quick words, "Hircine. He is the Lord of the Hunt, isn't he? A Daedric lord? An unfriendly one, as I recall. Why does he want me?"

At this point, the Imperial decided to speak up, "None of us really know what exactly Hircine wants to keep us individually. He's just our patron as werewolves." The imperial crossed his arms and bobbed his head. "But if you managed to kill a werewolf before you turned, you might have impressed him some."

Fendros faced the Imperial as he talked, then addressed the rest of the group. "And what if I don't want to 'kill like a true hunter of the wilds'?" Fendros jabbed a finger in the direction of the Argonian, "[i]You[/i] say you wouldn't stop me if I went home, but what choice to I truly have in this matter? Was this truly something I desire?!" Fendros' voice raised as his anger escalated, "It seems to me that I have been cursed, not bestowed some great power! Hircine be damned in his pelts and antlers! Remove this curse from me, now!" Fendros flinched and clutched at his shoulder, taking in the silence.

"There is no cure." A small voice chimed in.

The Breton girl's words seemed to cause the others to look to one another. The Imperial looked to the ground and scratched the back of his neck. The silence was sustained. Fendros tried to breathe regularly, but his wound kept him from doing so. His anger simmered to a defeated look as he lay his elbows on his knees and stared into the blanket that covered his lower half. In his mind, there was a mix of outrage, fear, sadness, confusion, almost every negative feeling he could have. He couldn't begin to fathom what this meant.

Fendros' shoulders started to shiver. All he could do to keep from breaking down into tears was to stare down, as he had done hours beforehand. "You're..." Fendros struggled to form the words "... you're telling the truth, aren't you."