"So that's how it went..." Finley looked about thoughtfully, "We'll, er...we'll do as you say. By the way he spoke, it sounded as if he would be staying elsewhere from the Tack and Tap. I didn't think anything of it, but it did seem strange." He cast his eyes to the others at the table, "I'm not sure if anyone from my pack knew Galsek too well. Anyone?"

Everyone at the table either didn't respond at all, shrugged, or hesitantly shook their heads with their lower lip curled forward. "He never seemed to like farming duties, said it wasn't in his blood or something. He always tried to talk his way out of it." The one young Nord lycan at the opposite corner of the table shrunk back a bit, not sure how useful the comment was, "That's all I know about him."

Finley's face turned back to Meesei and opened a palm, half shrugging. "Need anything else?"