Peiter shrugged his shoulders, which were now thankfully being soothed by Sabine. "I'm not sure. I guess we try to get used to everything being normal again. We'll have been away for so long at that point, I can't help but to wonder how much things will have changed. There will be a lot of new faces, I bet."

Once his arms were clear of burns, Peiter stretched them out in front of him. "I'm also guessing we're going to be repeating the same stories a lot. So much has happened already: Vile's agents tricking us on arrival, rescuing Ra'kalesh's pride, taking over the slave ship with the clan. And the most exciting story is yet to come. I just...hope everything turns out alright." He said, looking off to the side nervously. 

Kaleeth's initial defense started out strong, with each strike being parried away. Although, Fendros was fast enough that she did not have the opportunity to counter-attack until after his third slash. She still was not the fastest of fighters, so she tried to account for that by attacking the closest part of his body to her weapon, which, after her last parry, was his sword-arm. She quickly thrust the tip of her weapon towards his hand, hoping to get past his crossguard. Given Fendros' skill level, however, it was not especially likely. 

Once she was able, Kaleeth responded. "That's not completely true...or completely wrong. He let Colors take me to a skooma den to show me what it was like. He knew I would hate it, but he wanted to show me that skooma was dangerous. I've never really had any experience with it before. Still, I would have rather he just told me; I was almost ready to throttle him after he said he knew what it was going to be like before we went in. I guess it got the point across, though."