Kaleeth's recount revealed Janius' suspicions that there was more to it, but he couldn't have predicted it to be like it was. He could not think of any point in his life where he was exposed to slavery, so he found it hard to fathom that there were still roaming slavers around. However, that kind of experience would only ingrain the deepest suspicion about outsiders. Kaleeth's notion that Zharanthixil may never forgive Janius began to be much more believable.

Janius nodded. "I see." His tone didn't hold much hope, but he was understanding. He had to sit for a while by Kaleeth in deep thought. "I don't think it would be completely impossible for your father to change. I just have to think of something." He leaned his head against Kaleeth's, bringing his arm around and rubbing her shoulder to comfort each other. "It feels like this whole day has been a mess. Up and down over and over." He closed his eyes, "At least it sounds like those criminals that destroyed your father's village got what they deserved. I'll find a way to prove him wrong about myself and my friends, I swear it."

In trying to think, Janius opened his eyes again. "Kaleeth," he said quietly in a questioning tone, "did you drink your cure?" Janius wasn't in the mood to lie with Kaleeth any further than night, that much was clear in his tone, but he didn't want her contracting lycanthropy. That would only make the night worse.