"I have no idea," Fendros shrugged, looking at the wamasu in Ahnasha's arms. "I've not seen a baby crocodile, much less a wamasu, but if it took Janius to pin its mother then... I don't know, fairly large. I just wonder how the villagers would handle such a thing if they decided to keep it. It'll eventually be big enough to do some damage if they aren't able to train it."

As Sabine walked to the trial with Meesei, she found that her breathing was unsteady, even though she tried to look strong. She held her potions in either hand tightly. It would be her potions and the introductory level of fighting skill that she had been taught that would carry her through, though she would have been much more comfortable if she had her original fortification potion. They came upon Thorantilth waiting patiently for them. Sabine looked at him expectantly as she approached. When she stopped, she noticed that her legs were shivering involuntarily.

With how focussed Janius was with finding Thorantilth, he didn't end up taking heed of Kaleeth's anxious body language at first. Instead, he played it off as just being nervous about eventually talking with Zharanthixil. Janius could empathise, he wasn't exactly comfortable with the situation either. It had to be done though. Once they'd searched nearly half the perimeter of the village, Janius started to worry about her. Her placed a hand on her upper arm and gave her a concerned look. "Hey, are you alright?"