"Hmph," Gallus sounded as Hiritus settled in for the night.

Gallus went to find himself a spot relatively clear of rocks to sit down and do as he initially claimed; keeping watch. For the first time that day, he actually had the peace and quiet required to reflect. At first, he simply wanted to think about whether or not to kill Hiritus. However, holding his dagger in his hands - the one that had killed Dar-tzesa - his thoughts wandered elsewhere. He supposed he had a responsibility now. It would be quite the detour, but he would have to go to Gideon and find that Argonian child, Yizan-lei. He felt a little stupid to even consider it an obligation. Indeed, he had simply wanted Dar-tzesa to die with hope but the guilt Gallus felt was crushing him. He wouldn't want to be in her position, powerless and about to die, with a lie on his captor's lips regarding the safety of Tzirret and Peiter. He could see himself becoming something he hated by what he had done since he arrived. That had to stop.

As for Hiritus, well, he was as much a servant of Vile as Dar-tzesa was. Perhaps even more. Was Gallus an evil man for killing him? Perhaps. Perhaps not. He did not evoke the same sense of empathy as with Dar-tzesa. He [i]could[/i] have a child of his own, but Gallus had purposely avoided that topic. Whether it was an unconscious decision or not, Gallus decided to focus on the pragmatic aspect of his decision. Hiritus knew where the Orcrest clanhome was. If he told his associates, that could mean putting the entire populations of the Orcrest and Senchal clans at risk. There was very little that could justify that. Was finding out more about the culling one of them? On one hand, the definite loss of the clans would be a major tragedy. On the other, this culling could potentially affect the lives of the entire lycan population on Tamriel.

Gallus rubbed the flat of his dagger between the thumb and the finger of his left hand while he held the handle. He mulled over the trade-off for more than long enough to allow Hiritus to fall into a deep sleep. He came to a decision and lifted his eyes up to the rocky cot that he had built. He took a deep breath as he stood up, crept up over the rocks, bent down, and pushed the dagger into Hiritus' throat.

There would be much to tell Meesei but his mission would not be over after tonight.

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"Oh, I didn't intend for the ceremony to be a parade or anything," Fendros said, shaking his head and waving one hand, "No, I'm not sure either of us would really need something more than what you just described." Fendros looked down and ran his hand over Rhazii's head comfortingly. "Still, I think it would be nice to just...have something formal. Somewhere where we can put words to vows we have already wordlessly taken at this stage, really. So my ancestors can see."

Fendros seemed to only catch himself on his last point after a second, halting and peering up at Jo'rashaad. He tried to move on without pressing it. "Anyway, the other options I had in mind were to hold a wedding with the ways of the Tribunal temple in Cheydinhal, if that's possible, or do something closer to her upbringing with a ceremony under a priest of Mara." Fendros lowered his brow, "Now that I think about it, though, I'm not sure that either would really matter as much to her as just having a ceremony. There might even be a priest in the Bruma clan. I have never looked for one."

After taking another breath and sighing in thought, Fendros stopped for a moment and addressed Jo'rashaad more directly. "You've given me some good things to think about, Jo'rashaad. Thank you."

With thoughts of returning the favour of advice, Fendros broached the previous subject again. "You know..." Fendros hesitated, proceeding slowly, "It's not exactly the same situation...but Ahna and I have had an experience similar to what you and your pride had back down south."

Fendros paused for a moment, gauging Jo'rashaad's willingness to talk.