Even though Gallus did not know Do'rhajul as Lorag claimed that he did, Gallus responded regretfully. "I can't say for sure what is driving Do'rhajul if it is the same man as your commander, but...from what I've seen, Vile doesn't always appeal to greed. He appeals to desperation." Gallus looked down, "If it is the same man, and he is as you say, that is more likely the truth of the matter."

Gallus took in a slower breath, considering his words very carefully for his next point question. "I...do not want to sound callous. It is obvious that your respect for Do'rhajul ran deep. However, if we are to try and defeat him, we need everything we can." Gallus swept a hand lazily. "It occurs to me that he has to be serving Vile for a reason, perhaps we could use that. There are cures available, from what we have found out, so if there is anything that lycanthropy is preventing him from returning to, that wouldn't be it." Gallus rubbed his forehead, "What could it be? Revenge for his troops? A pact on his life? His soul?"

Shaking his head, Gallus felt like he was out of inspiration for now. He looked to Meesei to see if she had anything to ask.

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"This one knows the difference," Tzirret groaned as if he was being lectured. He rolled his eyes and laid back alongside Ma'tanza, lifting an arm around her shoulders. He might have fallen asleep if it weren't for the stars looking so captivating. Tzirret continued with sincerity, "He promises that he will not make a habit of staying up late, though, if you ask it." He turned his head to look at Ma'tanza's eyes and smiled, "...but he wishes to stay here with Ma'tanza a while, if she does not mind." Tzirret's eyes flicked to one side and back, spotting an opportunity that he took with perhaps not the smoothest delivery; "She, uh...goes well with the stars."