"That was part of it, I have no doubt," Gallus said, "Though, I think it more likely that there were three other reasons that my pack was selected. First and foremost, Meesei wanted to have greater numbers on her journey for the sake of protecting the children. Have you met Rhazii and Newt yet? They are sweet little things, but too young to protect themselves." Gallus pointed two fingers, "Secondly, I have expertise in my pack. My packmates Uthri and Irenya are great with the wilderness and healing, respectively. Not to mention, they are excellent in a fight. Finally, my boys Peiter and Tzirret...they needed worldly experience. Although, that reason was closer to myself than Meesei. It's why I nominated my pack to join them." Gallus was about to go back to his food, but looked up momentarily, gesturing aimlessly, "Apart from...you know, my own troubles."

Gallus took a deep breath and leaned back a bit. "Anyway, where were we? Ah yes, training. My father is a Skyrim Nord and a veteran of the civil war up there. He was much younger when it happened, but he was trained as an officer in the imperial legion before he was turned. He, uh...it was pretty clear that he was training me with the intention of grooming me for leadership. I think he wanted a legacy on the council table in the Bruma pack. I'm not sure that I'm really cut out for it, though. Everyone says that you have to maintain an flawless image in order to lead that many people. I think I would find that too stifling." Gallus shuffled his food on his plate as if he wasn't sure whether he was still hungry. He was almost finished anyway. "I'll give the old man credit, he knew the ways of war."

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Clutching one arm, Tzirret fidgeted in his seat and looked down. "Not really, but he has to now." Tzirret said with an agitated tightness to his voice, "This one was told that he would join the march. He was going to talk to Gallus about it and try to stay here, but he told his friends first. When he heard that Bheja and Ma'tanza were going, he knew that he could not just stay. And now you and Sabine are going as well." With worried eyes, Tzirret glanced up at Peiter, then down at the table. "Isn't Peiter worried about Sabine going?"

"Who is worried about me?" Sabine asked curiously as she made herself apparent. She had a bowl of dried fruits and a cut of meat in her hands as she took a seat up close to Peiter. "Are you alright, Tzirret?"

Tzirret shifted uncomfortably again. Peiter could explain when he answered Tzirret's question.