"Of course. We should just be on the lookout for any-ah-" Fendros stopped and inhaled sharply through his teeth. Rhazii, it seemed, had already started growing needle-like claws that he had decided to rake across Fendros' palm. They weren't long enough to draw blood yet, but the scratches came as a surprise. Now Rhazii's grip was just that little bit more secure on Fendros' hand. "When did his claws come through?" Fendros said through a chuckle, "I suppose we have plenty of scratches to look forward to now."

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Janius was carefully removing his own armour when Kaleeth asked her question. It caused him a short pause of staring into space to determine himself whether he was afraid. "A little, I would say. We don't know much about these mercenaries, so the fight might be tougher than we think." Janius resumed unbuckling his armour while he spoke, "But, we don't really have a choice but to fight while the cult holds Rhazii. It isn't just our own lives at stake. Having fear going into this is only natural, not to mentioned being the..." Janius stopped to consider whether he should say 'prisoners' or "...guests of these people."

Seating himself on the foot of the bed, Janius began to remove the last piece of armour he wore, his boots. "How about you?"