Elayra glanced to Ghent, and sniggered in a twisted sense of humor at his desired uneasy reaction. 
	“Because being beaten by a slide is so much better?” she asked relatively lightly, smirking at him with amusement in her eyes. She tossed the dagger easily into the air as she reached for the sheath with the other hand. It twirled once before she caught it by the hilt and slid it back into the sheath in a single swift motion.
	With Drust apparently more interested in his fries and the milkshake than her and Ghent’s exchange, Elayra shrugged in answer to his questions.
	“Basically, nasty warrior cat people.” She tossed the sheathed dagger toward their packs, and it landed with a soft thump on hers. “Well, [i]kind of[/i] people. They’re higher-ranking beasts in the Sorceress’ army. Ugly brutes, to top it off.”
	Elayra watched Ghent with a tight smile as he stood, still apparently unnerved. A flicker of fear crossed her eyes when she realized he would be taking their current source of light, but she quickly tried to brush it away.
	“There’s no need for you to remain with us tonight,” Drust finally spoke up, the box of fires in one hand and a few fries held in the other. “Go home. Prepare yourself and your family for your departure.”
	Elayra swirled the melting shake around in the cup, her face hard with an unspoken objection.
	“Return here by dawn's first light.” Finished, Drust ate the fries he had been holding.