"Alright," Gallus agreed, though still with some distress, "We have our story. I think it best that Ri'nakhad tells it. He is most likely to be the leader of a wandering tribe." Gallus paused to take a deep, slow breath and forcefully release it through pursed lips. "If they do not believe us, I think the worst that could happen is that we try to capture them. They will come in force, but I believe we have the numbers to force surrender. Killing them outright would not help us any further, but...I do not know. If it comes to that, I think we will be well and truly compromised. This will hinge most closely on our explanation."

With a huffed laugh of dark humour, Gallus had a thought. "If the werevultures can carry Senche, perhaps we can just make them fly away a distance."

Tzirret looked at Ma'tanza blankly for several seconds. He was desperately trying to scrounge through his knowledge, but was drawing nothing. Giving the front length of Ma'tanza's body a quick look over didn't help his memory either. In futility, Tzirret rubbed one eye as if covering himself. He spoke softly, a little ashamed, "This one does not know what that is. He only ever learned very simple things about the body."