Given how few and far between their chances to do such things were these days, Janius returned Kaleeth's passion without hesitation. His mind settled into the assumption that they were going to just enjoy themselves for a while, but Kaleeth's demeanour warded that somewhat. Janius was concerned, but did not address it before Kaleeth spoke. What she said turned Janius' face to confusion.

"Rope?" Janius responded, looking thoroughly puzzled, "I think we have some spare for the tent, but...what ever do you need rope for?"

Sabine closed her eyes and her smile faded. "Adventures are serious most of the time," she said, lowly. She did not stay grave as she continued. Rather, she sounded concerned. "Are you worried for him? Has this adventure been...serious for you, too?"

There was a moment where Tzirret hummed in thought. He couldn't quite remember all the things he had or hadn't told Ma'tanza. Apart from the battle for Bruma three years ago, most particularly exciting things in his life had happened on this journey. Well, there was the exception of his turning, but that was never going to be something he wanted to share just 'to pass the time'. Not to mention, it was still sore for him.

[i]"This one could tell the story of the day we landed in Senchal. He does not think he has told you of that properly."[/i] Tzirret sat up as straight as he could without his head touching the side of the tent. He was partly glad that he got to tell a story, as it put his mind off the weather. [i]"We had all been cooped up in a ship for weeks, out of the Imperial City. We had rooms for ourselves this time, but the crew were all non-lycans, so we could not transform at all. It was very tense, but very boring at the same time. When we landed, this one did not mind that Senchal seemed very...seedy. He was just glad to be on land. Our first destination was a tavern near the docks where we were meant to meet a contact..."[/i]

Tzirret went on to recount all the details he could remember. Meeting the traitor pack along with Colours, the tree house outpost, unravelling the scheme, Meesei being stabbed, even Peiter's account of the sneak attack on the ground. There were ups and downs, like any good story, even some laughs shared at Colours' behaviour and Gallus' drink order. Tzirret's role in the story was comparatively minor, but he was not exaggerated with his levels of bravery during the ordeal. He was just honest. He stopped to answer questions, of course, though retelling it all only took about an hour in total.

[i]"...after that, once Ra'kalesh's pride was healed, we took a ship to the area we thought you might be hiding and began looking."[/i] Tzirret shrugged, [i]"Beyond that, this one thinks that there was only the minotaur den, but he told you about that before."[/i] Tzirret's eyes went to Ma'tanza's pendant, as dim as it was in the light. He had elaborated exactly how he earned the creature's horns previously, after giving Ma'tanza the pendant. This was not the first time they had swapped stories to pass time on the road.