With everyone in agreement, all that was left to do was to wait for the potion. Gallus crossed his arms and scuffed his feet, but he seemed to be more in thought than anxious. He was working out the details of what he would say.

Faces turned towards the guard as he returned with a potion bottle in hand. Gallus closed the last couple of paces towards him and took the potion quickly. A quick inspection confirmed that it would be appropriate for this task.

Gallus had the cell opened again. This time, he made sure that Meesei was out of the prisoner's sight and scent. His approach was similar to before, stern and slow. He held the potion out as he knelt again so that the prisoner might as it, but he didn't let her touch it.

"Are you ready to answer?" Gallus said, sounding a little less icy now that he was prepared to face her. "What is your name?"

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Fendros was eating a bit too quickly at this point. He was glad for Irenya's advice, right up until she mentioned Cheydinhal. In that moment, a fleck of hair or blood was sucked into his throat accidentally. Fendros interrupted Irenya with a fit of coughing as he covered his mouth with his wrist and tried to bring out the foreign object.

"Agh, ahem, no," Fendros insisted through his struggle, "No, I don't think..." He coughed hard and swallowed. "Not a good idea..." His voice had a weak whistle to it, irritating him further. He took a moment to concentrate on getting his windpipe clear before trying to answer further.

"Cheydinhal," Fendros resumed, weakly, "Is where my family lives. My birth family."