There was a moment where Fendros looked down and wished Lorag wasn't correct. With all his life ahead of him, Fendros frankly found it unnerving to imagine his body deteriorating in only his third decade. Those thoughts made him wonder what he would do in such a short time. What he always wanted to do, he thought, or as close as he could manage. In that way, it was understandable that most Orcs would strive to die fighting. Fendros moved his eyes up to Lorag again, continuing to repress sympathy for the sake of his own mood and hopefully keep him open about this. "Was there anything you wanted to do, then? Are you..." Fendros paused, and the certainty wavered in his tone, "...are you going to look for a warrior's death as well?"

Sabine smiled when Reads-Many-Tales introduced herself. "I like reading as well. But, I don't get many books. I mostly read about alchemy." Sabine's smile faded, she didn't quite want to leave the conversation hanging, so she quickly thought of another question. "You said true stories. You mean like history?"