"They would really do that?" Fendros lowered his voice to Ahnasha's whisper, but he still sounded distressed, "They wouldn't accept you for who you are?" Fendros looked at the floor and sighed, unhappy that his previous assumptions had been correct. "I don't like this, Ahna. I don't like it at all."

Fendros wanted to trust Ahnasha's knowledge of her parents, but there was still a number of issues swirling around his mind. "What of your brother? Is he just as religious? And what if they decide to travel north to visit for whatever reason? They'll assume the worst after a day of wandering around Bruma with no trace of a 'hunting supplies' shop." Fendros showed his frustration a little more, "And another thing, how are we meant to explain this to Rhazii? He's already confused as it is. This whole thing..." Fendros curled his lips and held out his hands with his fingers curled, keeping back his anger. He lowered his hands and closed his eyes, "...I can't see it lasting."