Ahnasha sat down on the bed beside Fendros, placed a hand on each of his shoulders, and began to rub them. She understood his objections, but in her mind, it would all be worth it. The mercenaries they would be fighting were not innocents, or at least that was how she was justifying it. For the possibility of extending her life tenfold, she could find ways to ignore the moral implications of dooming some souls to whatever Orskan had planned for them. "Fendros, don't worry about it. We're not slaughtering innocents here; these mercenaries are kind of like the hunters that were after us. They're just trying to kill because a lot of these cultists are vampires. I don't feel guilty about killing someone who would do the same to someone else for just being what they are. Besides, think about what this could mean for us. Without this, I could realistically live, what another sixty years? Seventy if I'm being generous? If I learn to extend my life, though, I could live a thousand years like you. That long of a life isn't so strange for Elves like you, but for me...I can't even imagine that much time. Who knows, if I get good at it, I might even be able to teach you, and we could extend both of our lives. This is something that is just too good to give up."

Kaleeth took a deep breath, then gave Janius a nod. "Okay, we can do that. I haven't used a shield before, but I just have to keep it between me and the enemy, right? They're big and protect a lot of space in front of me; that should make it easy. Do you think we can get a shield from the cult? And a mace? I think I need one with a metal handle, since the wooden ones keep breaking. I don't want to have to hide when it is time to fight...and I don't think the cultists would like that anyway. We are supposed to be impressing the cult, and it wouldn't be impressive if I ran away."