Once Fendros and Rhazii were seated, the task of filling in the nine missing years was resumed. Gwindir's question was one that Fendros felt as if he should have thought about earlier, but he did not. He glanced at Ahnasha and found himself in the position of answering. He fumbled with his words until he found a workaround. "Ah, ahem, well," Fendros rubbed the side of his neck, "It was roughly five years ago now. It was actually...hunting, yes." A narrative spiced with the truth assembled itself in Fendros' mind and he looked directly at Gwindir with more confidence. "We both had a penchant for hunting, still do. I was a new member in a hunting group that Ahnasha is a member of, all close friends. The group has a sort of celebration for a first kill and I managed to get a rather large deer that day. There was a lot of wine and..." Fendros paused and looked sideways at Ahnasha. He decided to keep the details limited, "...I got to know Ahna. The friendship grew further in the following months."

Fendros found it much easier to come up with the details when they were close to the truth, but he wasn't sure how long he could keep making up explanations. If any disparate lies started to overlap, there was no knowing whether it would get picked up.