Rolling the enchanted dagger in one hand, Fendros bit his lower lip. He was quiet until they reached the guest rooms again. He sat down on the bed and looked at the floor, breathing unevenly. "Ahna, I..." Fendros' voice gave away that he was quite overwhelmed, "I know that this is important, and we might not get an opportunity like this in the future, but...I just can't shake the feeling that this is wrong. I'm sorry, I want to see this through, but whatever Orskan has planned for the souls...I'm not sure I would wish that upon anyone. Don't you feel that too?" Fendros narrowed his eyes and showed distress.

Janius looked up, thinking for a moment. "You might try a shield. It's not too difficult to use, and it makes it much easier to fight defensively. You'll just have to get used to it first." Janius looked to Kaleeth again, "How about this, we'll try some basics with the shield for today, and if you're still not comfortable with fighting, then stay to the side tomorrow. It will be no use fighting for the sake of it if you're only going to get hurt. Don't be ashamed that you've not had the time to be instructed fully, okay?"