[IC] Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

[Muttonhawk]

"Okay," Janius whispered back to Meesei, before quietly closing the door again and heading back to bed. He intended to mention what was going on to Kaleeth if she hadn't fallen back to sleep yet. The pause in the conversation lasted for long enough for Fendros to look at Meesei impatiently. He had no idea how he was supposed to come to an understanding with Monderyn if he didn't even know what he wanted. It was no use giving up, though. Meesei was not going to budge until they worked something out. "Monderyn," Fendros started sternly, looking to his brother's feet, "I don't know what you think that I feel, but I think you need to know..." Fendros took in half a breath, released it, then took in another to speak. He needed to stave off his pride to speak in such a way after arguing, "...even if you hate me for leaving, I never forgot about you or anyone in the family." Monderyn still faced away, apparently not reacting. Fendros continued despite his stance, "It never fails to make me sad that I never got to say goodbye properly. If that would help you as well, perhaps we could try that." Another long silence passed before Monderyn responded. For whatever emotions that ran through his head, he was keeping it all bottled up behind a stone face. "You have changed a lot, Fendros," he said, surprisingly matter-of-factly, "You're not going to change back, I can see that." Monderyn held his mouth open as his nose blocked up. It was the only trace of sadness that he displayed. "Maybe...maybe I can come to accept that, now that I've seen it with my own eyes." Monderyn turned to face Fendros, but didn't look him in the eye, "I don't think I can forgive you, Fendros, not yet. But...goodbye might help." "What are you going to say to mother and father?" "Nothing." Monderyn answered immediately, "I won't make them suffer any longer." There was one last loose end that Fendros needed to tie. "Llarasa is still afraid of you. What are you going to do about that?" Monderyn was less certain with his next answer. "I promise that I won't take out my anger near her. I don't ever want to hurt her, that's the truth. My rage was with you and it wasn't fair on her. I'll try to make it up to her, and I'll control myself." Satisfied that he had made as much progress as he could, Fendros stood up, glancing up at Monderyn's face, but not catching his eye. He extended a hand for Monderyn to hold. Monderyn looked at the hand, considering for a while, but didn't take it. He looked at Fendros directly and spoke flatly, "Goodbye, Fendros." Disappointed, Fendros slowly retracted his hand and watched as Monderyn walked to the door. Monderyn looked past Meesei as he addressed her. "May I leave, now?" He asked in a seething tone.

[EliteCommander]

As Meesei expected, their resolution was not exactly ideal. Monderyn still could not be rid of all of his resentment for Fendros, but at least he seemed to have improved somewhat. He did not like who Fendros had become, but he could accept it, and, more importantly move on. Meesei wished she could have helped them to restore their relationship, but that did not seem possible. Their mutual goodbye would have to be enough. "Go." Meesei answered Monderyn, stepping to the side to allow him to pass. "...and I wish you well." She added. No matter how he felt about her, she could remain civil. --- Almost from the moment the noises in the other room awoke her and she darted up from her bed, Kaleeth had been frantically searching through her bags. It sounded like an attack, so she wanted to arm herself, but unfortunately, she was not quite as certain as she thought she was on the location of her weapon. She had to search through several bags to find it, during which time Janius walked next door much more calmly to check on the situation. By the time he returned, she was standing in the middle of the room with her mace, looking both guilty and embarrassed. "I...was too slow, wasn't I? Is everything alright?"

[Muttonhawk]

Monderyn's only response to Meesei was to lift one edge of his upper lip in disdain as he walked out of the room. Fendros sat down again once Monderyn was out of sight and buried his face in his hands with a long sigh. He was equal parts exhausted, disappointed, upset, and angry. The resolution with Monderyn had left him with a bad taste in his mouth, but it might be the last time he saw his brother that he used to be inseparable from. The finality of it brought back the same sadness that he felt when he had worked out that he wouldn't see his family again after being turned. He needed a silent moment to let his emotions flow before he could get back to sleep. Only one stray thought did escape his lips, emitted in a whisper. "Damn it, Monderyn." He could feel the moisture of his tears against his hand then. --- When Monderyn walked back into the room that him and Llarasa had rented, he took one look at Sabine comforting Llarasa and tightened his lips. "You, get out," he spat threateningly. Sabine got up calmly, deciding not to cause any trouble. She wished Llarasa a quiet "goodnight," before walking out back to bed, closing the door behind her. Sabine could hear a softer tone from Monderyn once she had closed the door. She couldn't make it all out, but Monderyn seemed to be apologising to Llarasa and explaining the situation. The way he spoke made his previous anger seem like an age ago. Llarasa had calmed down enough that she seemed willing to talk. Sabine didn't eavesdrop for that long, though. --- "Everything is fine," Janius said with an amused smile at Kaleeth's expression. He closed the door and walked up to Kaleeth, putting a hand on her shoulder. "At first, Monderyn, Fendros' younger brother, had found out where he was and attacked Ahnasha. It's okay, he was stopped and no one was harmed. Meesei is keeping them in their room until they come to an understanding." Janius' hand ran from Kaleeth's shoulder down her mace arm. "There's no danger. Let's go back to bed."

[EliteCommander]

As Monderyn was leaving, Ahnasha laid Rhazii back down in the bed, hoping he would be able to get back to sleep. She then moved back to the foot of the bed and sat down beside Fendros and started to rub his shoulder lightly. She wanted to say more, to have something with which she could comfort him, but she had no experience or advice that she could give. All she could do was to give silent comfort in the form of her presence. For Meesei, there was much she wanted to say, but at the moment, there was little she felt that she should say. In his current emotional state, Meesei guessed that he would need time to calm down and clear his mind. She could any advice she could think of later. "I will let you two rest, but...Fendros, if you need to talk to me, I am always here for you." She said reassuringly before leaving to return to her own room. Kaleeth let out a relieved sigh, then reached over and set down her mace on the end table at the foot of their bed. "That is good, at least. If anyone can help, it is Meesei. I would hate it if I knew that my family didn't like me, and...I just hope things get better for them. I...will make sure I know where my mace is, for next time." Following Janius' recommendation, she returned to the bed and covered herself in the fur blanket, rolling over and almost immediately taking up more than her fair share of their bed without realizing it.

[Muttonhawk]

Fendros didn't answer as Meesei left, but her words and actions were still appreciated. He wept without a sound for another several minutes before he looked up, wiped his face clean and slid back into bed with Ahnasha beside him. Today had been a bitter-sweet day. In the room nearby, Janius followed Kaleeth into bed, glad that the commotion seemed to be over. He didn't mind that she took up more space than she needed, he just responded by holding her close against him. --- The next morning, the pack's plans hadn't changed. They woke up with the first light of the sun and packed up to leave before even an hour had passed. The tide of people on the streets had been replaced by a sparse few busy people going about their business and setting up for the day. It helped to take in more detail of the market district itself, though the architecture was not very different to the rest of the city. The morning was not silent, rather morning birds tweeted and chirped at the sun's rise, making the normally bustling district sound refreshingly serene. Even though the pack had shared a quick breakfast, the smell of fresh bread still made their mouths water. A few minutes of walking passed before they reached the main gate that opened up to the great bridge across the lake. A small figure in a dress stood chewing on a bread roll that was no doubt just bought. In her other hand was a familiar sketch book. At her feet was a basket with its contents covered by a cloth. She waved the pack down and walked towards them with a sad smile, carrying the basket with her. Fendros looked around to see if Monderyn was around, but he was nowhere to be seen. Llarasa was the first to speak as she approached. "So..." she looked nervously across the faces of the pack while holding her forearm, "This is everyone? I didn't know that it was this diverse." Llarasa's eyes especially lingered on Leaps-On-Elves, a creature she had not seen the likes of before. "Good morning, Llarasa," Fendros returned her smile. "Are you alright? Is Monderyn still causing trouble?" "No, he's okay, if a little quiet now. He told me what happened. I'm sorry for his atrocious behaviour." Llarasa looked at Ahnasha, "No one was hurt, were they?"

[EliteCommander]

The pack was quick to rise and prepare to leave, even after the previous night's events. After all, they had paid for transport with a carriage, and it would not wait too long on them if they were late. The city streets were not nearly as crowded in early morning as they were at midday, but for the Imperial City, crowded was a relative term, as there were still quite a few people outside preparing for their day. As a side effect of their search for Sabine the day before, Meesei was knew enough about how to navigate the city that Fendros and Janius did not necessarily have to guide the way to the front gate. As planned the pack met Llarasa just before the front gate. Their carriage was directly across the bridge and would be leaving in just over half an hour, so they had some time to talk. Even after a night's rest, Ahnasha's mood could still hardly be described as "good." She was still angry, stressed, and had a nagging urge to give Monderyn a solid punch to his face, but knowing that this could be the last time Fendros would see his sister, she tried to elevate her own mood. She gave a smile, even if it wasn't a particularly large one. "Yes, we really do come from all over. Well, if you consider a few Cyrodilic cities, Morrowind, and Black Marsh to be 'all over.' Anyway, we are all fine and unharmed. Monderyn is the only one who might have a few bruises. He did frighten Rhazii and threaten me, but I'm keeping his dagger, so I'll consider that a good enough repayment. It will sell for a decent amount."

[Muttonhawk]

Llarasa almost guffawed at Ahnasha's comments, but couldn't overcome her guilt enough to produce more than an amused exhale. "Well, that's good to hear. A dagger probably wouldn't be worth much, but if it helps, then I suppose it's alright." "Actually, it's silver," Fendros mentioned, "He could have done us a lot of harm with it." "Silver?" Llarasa took on a concerned face again, "I had no idea he had it, but...why would silver do you a lot of harm?" Given that they had the time, Fendros decided to elaborate. He didn't sound enthused to, though, "Silver burns the flesh of a lycan. It can kill us very quickly if it enters our bodies. I think Monderyn may have been keeping it to use on me for a long time now." "That's horrible! I mean, the whole thing last night was horrid, but to think he had intended to for who knows how long...I'm glad no one was killed, let alone hurt." Fendros stepped up to Llarasa and comfortingly rubbed her upper arm with his hand. "It's okay. I don't think he will be harming anyone from now on. He promised he wouldn't harm you again." "Yes, he said as much." Llarasa sighed, "I wish he could find it in his heart not to hate you so." Llarasa looked away. "He might some day, we'll see." Fendros looked out of the gate. Meesei mentioned that they had some time to talk, so he figured some catching up wouldn't go astray. Truthfully, they would probably require a whole day to go over everything that had happened. There was a little time left, though. "So, what does the future hold for you, sister?" Llarasa glanced back to Fendros' face and took a deep breath while she thought of something. "Nothing really set in stone yet. I've started oil painting and have sold a few pieces. It doesn't make much money, but I'm hoping to save up to travel. Mostly to find some space away from the family. Being the youngest doesn't do favours for mother and father trusting my independence, especially with the way you left." Llarasa made sure to grin to make sure she wasn't causing Fendros any guilt. "That sounds exactly like something you would do," Fendros smiled back. Without letting any more talk continue, Llarasa looked down at the basket she had brought and picked it up, removing the cloth to reveal some steaming crusty bread rolls similar to the one she was eating before they arrived. "I should pass these around before they get cold. They smelled so good that I had to pick some up for you on the way. I bought you seven for the road, but it appears that's just enough for everyone." Llarasa walked to each of the members of the pack to hand out the food, with Fendros being first. "Oh, thank you, Llarasa. You didn't have to, really," Fendros said politely as he was handed a roll, even though the bread did smell delicious. "Nonsense, these will warm you up this morning." Llarasa said as she moved on to everyone else, "So, if I may ask, what are all of your names?" Llarasa sounded confident enough, but there was still a small fear in meeting a group of werewolves that manifested in her knees being a little unsteady.

[EliteCommander]

It was a pleasant surprise that Llarasa decided to buy the pack freshly baked bread, especially considering how light of a breakfast their coin had bought them. Even Lorag, who usually ate foods other than meat only begrudgingly, seemed glad to have it. It was regretful that they did not have the hours required for Fendros to truly catch up with his sister, but they could at least take advantage of the time they had. Given that Ahnasha and Llarasa had already been introduced, Meesei was the first to answer. "My name is Meesei; I am the alpha of this pack." She explained briefly. "I wish we had more time. Even if Monderyn does not want to have anything to do with your brother, it is good that you do. I...would suggest that Fendros might be able to send you letters, but there is the matter of allowing you to receive the letters without your parents knowing. I do not imagine that they would be happy if they learned that you knew he was alive, but did not tell them. Still, it might be possible for you to arrange some form of communication. But, introductions first." Moving on, Kaleeth gave her introduction, her speech still much more heavily-accented than Meesei's. "My name is Kaleeth-Rei. It's a pleasure to meet you...and thank you for the bread." She said, not really knowing what else to say beyond it. Lorag gave a nod as he started, with his overall body language being much more casual than the others. "Name's Lorag. Lorag gro-Konesh. Say, while we're talkin', you're here from Cheydinhal, right? You know Gharzal gra-Yurnol, old head of the fighter's guild chapter there? Her and her husband Konesh, they dead yet?" He asked, his tone surprisingly casual.

[Muttonhawk]

"It's nice to meet you both." Llarasa smiled each to Meesei and Kaleeth-Rei. She was to give the same treatment to Lorag, but his question gave her pause. "Um...hmm," Llarasa's lips thinned as she tried to recall, "I'm sorry, I don't know anyone from the Fighters Guild except for Fendros. There was one person who I believe was an old Orc man who died recently. I don't recall his name, but he was sick and went hunting. He was killed by a mountain lion. The word travelled because apparently his wife was a warrior and decided to go out travelling. 'To find something to fight,' she said. That's all I remember, but it was told to me second hand. I don't know if they are the friends you are talking about, but...oh, I'm sure it's fine." Llarasa decided to dismiss the bad tidings. They probably didn't apply to Lorag anyway. Fendros involuntarily prepared to cringe as Llarasa approached Janius. His usual greetings to members of the opposite sex were a habit of his. However, Fendros was pleasantly surprised to see him restrained to a smile and a hand shake. "Janius. It's a pleasure." Janius said briefly. Llarasa reciprocated the greeting and handed Janius his own bread roll. Janius was hungry enough that he bit into it immediately with a loud series of crackling sounds. After the half-stale bread of the inn and the rock hard biscuits of the ship's rations, the fresh warm bread was like a buttery paradise that made him close his eyes to conceal them rolling into the back of his head. Finally, Llarasa approached Sabine with familiarity. "Now, I think I remember your name," Llarasa eyed Sabine's face intensely, "Sophie, was it?" Sabine giggled at that. "My name is Sabine," she corrected. "Sabine! Of course, sorry." Llarasa handed out the last bread roll to her, "Look, I didn't get to thank you for comforting me last night. It was unexpected, but I'm not sure that I would have been able to listen to my brother before that. So...thank you." "Your welcome," Sabine said habitually, "Thank you for helping me to the inn yesterday." Llarasa pat Sabine on the side with one hand, "You already said that. It's quite alright." Once it seemed that introductions were done, Fendros spoke up again. "Llarasa, I have an idea on how we might exchange letters." Turning around with a blank but interested expression, Llarasa listened on intently. "What if I were to sign my letters with an alias? If mother and father ask, just say that I'm a friend you met in the Imperial City. It won't be far from the truth. How about a common Dunmer name? Hmm..." "...Dranas?" Llarasa suggested. "That works. If you receive a letter from Dranas, then it will have instructions on how to reply." Fendros smiled widely. Mother and father were not likely to be suspicious of any letters from friends. Llarasa seemed just as excited about keeping in contact as Fendros did. It also meant that they would be able to catch up properly. "Wonderful!" Llarasa responded, before walking up to Fendros and hugging him tightly. "How much more time do you have now?" Fendros judged the time left roughly, "Our carriage leaves in about fifteen minutes." "I won't keep you, then. Tell me everything in your letter." Llarasa was doing a good job of sounding composed despite her eyes welling up. As if not having enjoyment of protracted farewells, Llarasa pulled back after a few seconds and turned to Ahnasha and Rhazii. "Goodbye, Ahnasha, it was wonderful to meet you. You and Fendros take care." Llarasa stepped closer and ran a hand over the top of Rhazii's head, "Goodbye little nephew of mine." Llarasa took another step forward and embraced Ahnasha and Rhazii both. After she pulled back, she placed her partially eaten roll in her basket and held its handle in both hands. "Good travels to you all. I wish I could have got to know you all properly." She was sounding nervous, but staying strong, "Goodbye."

[EliteCommander]

Lorag shrugged his shoulders after Llarasa's story about the pair of Orcs who recently died. It definitely could have been his parents, as they were old and it sounded like what they would do, but it also sounded like what most Orcs would do. There were no shortage of Orcs in Cheydinhal, and no shortage of warriors among Orcs. Contrary to what most people would want, Lorag hoped that they were his parents, as it meant they would have received good deaths. Each of the pack said their goodbyes, and while it was not too directly emotional for most of the pack, Fendros was of course the one most heavily affected. As they waved goodbye and started off across the bridge, Ahnasha took Fendros' hand lightly in hers, not speaking, but giving him her sympathy just the same. As they had already paid, there was no issue in boarding their carriage. It was fairly large and pulled by several horses. The caravan driver was an Imperial man who, by his account, had been carrying people and cargo across Cyrodiil, and occasionally Hammerfell, for fifteen years. Considering the size of the pack, they were actually the only passengers on this trip. There was some other cargo, but there was still enough room for all of the pack to fit in the back at the same time. According to the caravan driver, the journey would take roughly a week, which was considerably faster than they could cover the same distance on foot. --- The journey proceeded pretty much exactly as expected. They north, then east along the Ring Road until they reached the Silver Road to Bruma. The pack was watchful for danger, but the only people they met on the roads were fellow travelers and Legion patrols. Bandits were a possible threat, but the Legion seemed to at least be doing a decent job of keeping the roads secure. Otherwise, the only deviation from the pack's normal traveling routine was that they were not free to hunt as openly as usual. However, with how long it had been since any of them had turned, all but Meesei's beast spirit had started to grow restless. Fortunately, it was an issue they were able to solve. Instead of hunting all at once, they waited until they made camp, then had one or two people go out at a time to satisfy their need to hunt, each on separate nights. Meesei explained it by saying that they were avid hunters, which was at least a partial truth. On each hunt, Meesei instructed the others to bring back some meat if they were successful, as well as whatever part of the hide did not show damage from claws or teeth. It took several nights, but eventually, all of the pack were able to satisfy their beast spirits. Roughly the first two thirds of the journey was through fairly pleasant, temperate forests of Cyrodiil that most of the pack was accustomed to. However, as they started heading up into higher elevations, the temperature started to drop until they were close enough to the Jeralls that snow coated the land around them. It was worse for some than others. Meesei was not happy with the cold, but as she had experienced it before, she at least knew what to expect. Lorag was moderately uncomfortable, but as he had been to Skyrim before, he had experienced far worse, which he was not hesitant to boast about. Ahnasha, with her fur, was perhaps the most comfortable. It took longer for her to require the same furs that the others were wearing. As could be expected, Kaleeth was almost miserable. She was in awe of the beauty of the snow-covered land, but she absolutely hated the way the cold bit into her scales. While she normally disliked wearing excessive clothing, she was more than happy to pile on layers of fur now. Often, she would wear one of the fur cloaks that Meesei had made sure to buy while holding tightly onto Janius, as she learned quickly about the advantages of sharing body heat. Of course, if Janius was not with her at the moment, she had no qualms about latching onto someone else. Just as scheduled, the carriage was nearing Bruma about a week after they departed. It was snowing, adding more to the thick white blanket around them. According to the the carriage driver, they were less than half an hour from the city, which brought with it hope for some relief from the cold. Like Kaleeth, Ahnasha was leaned up against Fendros with Rhazii wrapped in a blanket between them. It was difficult to tell behind her fur hood, but her face showed that there was something upsetting her. The encounter with Fendros' family had planted thoughts in her mind which had now sprouted into a mixture of doubt and regret. "Fendros." She said in a near-whisper in his ear to get his attention. "There's something I've been thinking on, about your family...and mine."

[Muttonhawk]

The journey to Bruma was a new one for each Fendros, Janius, and Sabine. The bumpy ride in the cart was boring, annoying, and slightly painful at first, but they soon got used to the rhythm. Once up nearer to the mountains, they realised that it had been a long time since any of them had seen snow. The temperature made each of them wish they could be back in the perpetual warmth of Black Marsh, if even for a moment. Sabine was having particular trouble with her light frame and was loathe to let go of whoever was nearby. Lorag was the biggest, so normally it was him that Sabine hung onto for dear life. Fendros and Janius fared better, having had at least some experience with cold weather, but they weren't prepared to call it easy like Lorag did. It wasn't until they stopped to hunt a day out from Bruma that they realised how quickly they became out of breath. The air was thinner up in the Jeralls, it took some getting used to. The sight of the walls of Bruma and the woodfire smoke rising from its centre spoke of warm hearths that were overdue for the pack. Fendros was feeling warmer already when Ahnasha caught his attention. Rhazii was sleeping in swaddled furs in their arms with only his face exposed, his eyes wrenched shut. "Yes? What is it?" Fendros murmured back to Ahnasha attentively. Ahnasha didn't normally talk about her family unless asked.

[EliteCommander]

Even though she had been the one to start the conversation, Ahnasha hesitated a moment in her response. She had something to suggest, but it was not a suggestion she was comfortable making, and she was not even sure if it would be a good idea. Regardless, she took in a deep breath, then continued in the same quiet, worried voice. "Meeting your siblings back in the capital, it...it got me thinking. The meeting with Monderyn was not pleasant, I know, but...your sister was beyond happy to see you, at least after getting over her surprise. I would wager that seeing you again was the best thing to happen to her since you were forced to leave them. It has been longer with my family, but...I just started thinking about what I must have done to them. My parents were rather distant from in the months before I faked my death, and I've always used that as a reason for thinking that they would be able to move past it, but...I think I've just been making excuses. They were distant because they were busy, not because they didn't love me. And my brother might have had different interests, but he always cared enough to talk to me, even about my hunting. I...I think I hurt them; I think I hurt them a lot more than I wanted to. I don't know what they would think about me now, but...I think I made a mistake, not so much in leaving as in lying. Fendros, I...I want to tell them. I want to find them; I want to show them that I'm alive. No matter what happens, whether they accept it all and rejoice, or have me chased out of town, I don't want to live a lie anymore. And I think it would be best to do the same with your family. Someday, we should find them, then deal with the consequences instead of hiding from them like we have. I don't want our lives together to be a lie anymore." Ahnasha explained, her words almost painful for her to say. She felt a great deal of uncertainty towards what she was suggesting, but it was clear she felt strongly about it.

[Muttonhawk]

Fendros became quite uncertain as well about what Ahnasha was proposing. It took him a few moments to respond, as the bigger worry in his head was not with Ahnasha's family, but his own. "Ahna, you know your family better than any of us. If you think they would be happy enough to hear that your alive to look past your lifestyle, our condition, and me, well, then I don't see why not. Keep in mind, though, Llarasa may be young, but she's open minded. Monderyn used to be my best friend as well as my brother and you saw how he reacted. I don't want you to go through with finding your family if they would be similarly upset." Fendros leaned his head on Ahnasha's shoulder and sighed, looking discouraged, "As for my parents, they are a product of old Morrowind ideals. I don't think they would accept you, and I'm afraid that, if we met, we would all walk away worse off. I'm sorry, I think the lie is better there." Fendros angled his head up to Ahnasha's eyes, "How would you go about finding your family? What would you say to them?" Nearby on the opposite seat, Sabine slowly let go of Lorag's bulk to lean over to Meesei and murmur a question. She didn't want to disturb Ahnasha and Fendros' conversation, even though she could hardly hear it. "Meesei, can we see if there is a letter from Ariel at Bruma? That is where I told her to send a letter next when I wrote to her in Leyawiin."

[EliteCommander]

Ahnasha shook her head slightly. "I didn't say they would be happy." She commented, her tone solemn and serious. "Don't you see? It's not about making them happy, for my family or yours. I think that my family is going to be furious with me, especially if I put them through as much pain as I fear. As for what I am, they might disown me and think of me as a failure who betrayed their trust for the rest of their lives. I don't expect it will go well, but...I think it's worth it. Like I said, I just don't want to keep up this lie anymore, even if it ends with my family hating me. You remember what your sister said about your Father, how he changed after he thought you died? Your loss hurt him, and from what Llarasa said, he hasn't gotten better. He might be blaming himself for your death and thinking he failed somehow. Don't you think he has a right to know the truth? Like you said, it will probably end with most of your family hating you and disowning you, but...maybe it will let them get their lives back together again? Maybe they will end up pushing all of their hate and sadness off onto you, and not onto each other. Maybe, for both of us, that is a sacrifice we will have to make to put our families right again?" Meesei too heard Ahnasha and Fendros' conversation, or at least enough of it to get a sense of what they were talking about It had serious implications, but she would wait to give her input until after they actually reached a decision. For the moment, she smiled and nodded to Sabine beside her. "We can certainly look and see. How about we head straight to the couriers' office as soon as we reach the city? Also, I think you should be the one to find their office. You will need to ask around to find it."