Lorag huffed. "You would do well to remember your place, boy. Don't think I won't stomp your face into the ground if I think it deserves it." He threatened before turning away for a moment and looking out over the crowd. He was quiet for a good ten seconds. He gave no real indication of what was going through his mind, but whatever it was seemed to calm him at least marginally. As much as he would have welcomed a fight, he did at least acknowledge that he didn't want to cause any issues in the pack without a good reason. Without so much as turning to face Fendros, he finally spoke up after the long silence. 

"I didn't know what day it was until I overheard a drunk mention it back in the tavern. It was about two weeks ago that I hit my thirty-third year." He said in a neutral tone. 

The Argonian girl shook her head lightly. "Oh, no, not really. I just stopped on my way back from getting a book. I like stories, but I prefer...true stories. His music is nice, though. I usually give him a coin if I stay, but I don't have any more right now." She commented.