Gallus angled his head and furrowed his brow, looking at the floor. "I actually think I might need a bit more clarity on that plan, for what you have in mind, more specifically." Gallus itched at his chin, then looked to Meesei, waving his hands to pantomime the steps. "So, I try to aggressively question him, goad his taunts, feign offence, beat him, he thinks he's in my head...what then?" Gallus lifted a hand, palm up, "Are we trying to make him feel like he is in control and slip up with his information? Are we to allow him to try and turn me? I just want to make sure."

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Irenya could have been talking about a great number of features about Elsweyr or the clans they had come across, but Fendros wasn't entirely certain of the specifics. There must have been a profound event to turn Irenya's deep seated opinions around.

Fendros slowly sat back and held his hands together, still and patient. When it seemed like Irenya wasn't going to elaborate, he angled his head forward slightly and spoke in an attempt at encouragement. "How so?"