"Mamma hears it too? That's good. I didn't know what it was. They didn't say my name, though. My, um, new name. Did you or Mamma give me my name? Why wasn't Newt a good name?" Julan asked, though as he spoke, his eyes started drifting over towards Rhazii and his other friends. They looked like they were just about to eat, and getting their selection of the different foods on-hand.

As much as Ri'vashi had tried to collect herself, Gallus' reaction was all she needed to let loose her own emotions. While he was hugging her, she allowed herself to slide down the mushroom tree to sit on the ground, her back propped up against its stalk. She was fully in tears by this point, and she could not bear to maintain eye contact. There were yet more details to the news, and she hoped for some benefit by sharing them. "There were...some survivors. Many non-combatants got out through the escape tunnel, made it into the desert. But our warriors...there wasn't nearly enough antidote for everyone. They couldn't do anything against the gas, and they couldn't hold long enough for everyone to get out. The reason we know about it is because of the survivors, but there were so many lost...there is no Orcrest clan anymore. Just refugees. Don't even know where they can flee to. The Torval clan will take any who can make it to them, but they are still re-building themselves, and already they're being pressed into hiding by the enemy. They may have to flee into Valenwood. The enemy's hold over Elsweyr is getting absolute."