When invited to do so, Gallus took a seat and began to pull at the cork on the ale. "Well, I won't dance around it..." The cork popped free of the bottle. "Back in the council meeting a little while ago, I mentioned that the leader of Vile's forces in the stronghold we're going to is a canny cathay-raht named Do-rhajul." Gallus paused to take a swig from the bottle. It was a bit warm for his taste, but he could hide that easily enough. "You sounded like you knew something about him, or at least some other cathay-raht named Do'rhajul. Anything information that could help us with this attack, even the man's favourite food, well..." Gallus placed down the ale bottle standing between himself, Lorag, and Meesei, "...We'd like to hear it."

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"You are a very nice sister to him," Tzirret said, giving Ma'tanza's hand a comforting rub. "This one wishes there was a way to reassure M'ibasa. He guesses...the best that anyone can do is to make sure everyone is unharmed when they return." Tzirret looked down at their hands as well. "Tzirret wishes he had better advice, but he is normally the one doing the worrying."

With a glint of curiosity, Tzirret peered back up to Ma'tanza's eyes. "The ones looking after M'ibasa, what are they like?"