The answer made sense to Tzirret. He gave a small smile as he caught La'khay's eye. [i]"Okay then."[/i]

"What's all this Ta'agra? Been gossiping, have we?" Gallus landed with a soft thud back onto the leaf-covered ground and looked to both La'khay and Tzirret with a grin. He ruffled the fur on the top of Tzirret's head with a laugh, "Been sharing all of my secrets now?" Tzirret was about to deny it, but Gallus didn't give him time to respond. "We have a heading now. Let's keep going."

It was all in good nature, so Tzirret just took the opportunity to grin at the humour and follow along. His mood had evidently turned for the better.

"Oh, no, of course not," Fendros mentioned, "I can't speak for Monderyn, but I wouldn't do that to them. At least Monderyn wouldn't know about the letters, I should think."

The sword was not a simple decision either. Ahnasha had virtually read his subconscious mind in the way she saw it. He just didn't look at the entire gesture. Fendros sighed through his nose and slid the blade back into its scabbard, "I think I'll decide on the sword closer to the point where I confront them. Perhaps I'll even wait to see how they react to me being alive. I...don't think I could sever my ties with them completely, at least not on a whim."

Fendros looked up at Ahnasha with an idea. He still sounded solemn, but also more certain. "Actually, I might ask what Llarasa thinks first. It has been a few years, they might have changed somewhat."