"Let's make it a little better first, Dar-tzesa," Gallus said softly, his lips hinting at a smile. He removed the cork from the potion he held and brought the bottle up to Dar-tzesa's lips. To make sure he was in control, he took Dar-tzesa's jaw with his other hand so she didn't lash out. Dar-tzesa was fed only a sip of the potion.

Gallus spoke on when he brought his arms back and replaced the cork on the potion bottle. "That'll stop the pain for a minute or so, maybe more. Just like I said, any more satisfactory answers will reward you with more relief, so let's keep going." Gallus leaned his arms over his forward knee, "I'll let you decide which question to answer first. What are the names of your companions that you arrived with? What did you plan to accomplish by posing as the champion of Hircine?"

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Again, Fendros was pleasantly surprised at the apparent support from Irenya. His confused face was replaced by one of realisation and hope. "You think we could do that?" he asked, his mouth curling into an excited grin, "This is beginning to sound far more possible." Fendros looked forward again, exhaled and closed his mouth, feeling a little overwhelmed.

Unfortunately, Fendros' smile faded as another aspect of his reality came about, "Wait...Irenya..." His eyes turned to look at Irenya from one side, "Finding an accepting Tribunal priest is one thing, but are you sure that my ancestors aren't going to be offended no matter how the ceremony takes place?" Fendros gestured to Irenya loosely, "Even you...I don't know why you seem to have changed your mind, but you seemed to have trouble accepting Ahnasha the last time we spoke of this."