Fendros stood up and watched the crying child run off. His mother's glare was rather intimidating. He looked at the door while Ahnasha spoke and held a ponderous face. On the inside, he felt rather unwelcome.

"Maybe." Fendros replied to Ahnasha's suggestion. "There was a lot of damage done by both sides though. I think even if I learned more, I still wouldn't be trusted by some people. Never felt the sting of inherited guilt before though." He looked to Ahnasha and shrugged with resignation, "In any case, I don't think we exactly look like a group of slave drivers, so if I had to worry about everyone in a village acting like that boy, I might as well stay away while the ritual takes place. Although, it couldn't hurt to learn more I suppose."

There was a pause, then Fendros put his hand over Ahnasha's stomach and smiled at it. "Do you think our child might act the same way around Lorag if we tell it about the Orc werewolf hunter?"