Rhazii stared at his food furtively for another few moments. He picked up one of the pieces and tightened his brow at the strange leg attached to it. He was hungry and he knew that mama and dada would not stop harping on until he tried it, so he did what he normally did. He held up the piece and took a tiny bite from it. The taste wasn't bad at all, really. Mama was right when she described it like mudcrab meat. Rhazii quietly continued eating but tried not to make it look like he was enjoying it. Stubbornly, he didn't want give the impression that he no longer thought the meat looked strange.

"Ah, yes, I'd heard that Do'ajee helped advise the clan before the move," Janius said. "So I suppose you're all essentially from Elsweyr, then." Janius then lowered his brow and looked down for a second, trying to remember something. "Remind me," he asked, "Did you two ever share your backgrounds with us? How did you come to be turned? And how did you find the clan?" Janius raised a hand, "If you do not mind talking about it, of course."