While the Argonian spoke, Fendros sat and listened, still looking down and hiding his face. He was able to retain his composure for a while, but as the orc described his family, a tear left Fendros' eye and dropped onto the blanket. He covered his face with his hands and sniffed back liquid gathering in his nose. It was too much to be reminded of everything he had just been taken away from in the space of several hours. This wasn't something that was supposed to happen. He might not see his family ever again. He sat for another half a minute, trying not to sob loudly. He raised his head from his hands and faced the orc, tears had streamed down his face and his eyes were puffed up. "Fendros. My name is Fendros Avarul." Fendros said, wiping away the tears and trying to compose himself, "Forgive me. I didn't hear your names." "You can call me Janius." The Imperial said, "I understand what you're going through." The Breton remained silent, her cloak of furs over the lower half of her face and her beady eyes continuing to stare.