Fendros couldn't help but smile a bit while everyone laughed. Everyone seemed friendly enough.

Janius was the next to speak. "I've only been a lycan for about two years. I'd lived in Bravil beforehand. Didn't like it at first, got turned under duress from Meesei." He lifted the spit from the fire and began to eat, "Once I got used to it, I realised that my new family was worth it." He began to eat. "Judging by your equipment over there, you use the sword and shield some. Maybe we could spar together, swap some advice." Fendros didn't return Janius' grin. He couldn't really know why Janius was so happy to be part of the pack.

After a pause, Fendros looked over at Runt, who was eating a boar shank with both hands, her knees close up to her chest. "What about you, Runt? What's your story?" Runt stopped eating and looked at Fendros for a moment, but returned to her food without a word. "She doesn't talk much." Ahnasha said, "She's been with us for about a year and a half. A talented girl, especially with medicine and poison." Fendros found this odd, but didn't express it. He asked Ahnasha further, "Does she have a proper name?" Ahnasha looked over to Runt, waiting for her to answer that question, when she apparently wouldn't, Ahnasha looked back to Fendros and opened her mouth to speak when Runt's small voice was heard. "Sabine." Ahnasha sighed, partly with annoyance, partly with pity, "She also does [i]that[/i] as well."

"The name 'Runt' stuck before she decided to start talking," Lorag mentioned. After finishing his final mouthful, which he had reached long before Fendros had thought to keep track of the speed he was eating at, Lorag went over to Fendros' belongings and picked up his sword. Lorag inspected the sword and started walking away with it, Fendros shot up and followed him. "Wait, what are you doing?" Fendros asked with a concerned tone. "I'm going to clean and touch up your sword, what does it look like?" Lorag stopped and turned around, holding the flat of the sword across Fendros' eyeline, "I hate to see good steel like this go to waste. We have precious enough as it is." Lorag turned again and continued, waving a hand behind him to dismiss Fendros, "Don't worry about it, I'm a professional orc, you'll get it back better than new." Lorag stopped in his tracks to say one more thing, "And go wash yourself kid, you still stink of that feral you slew."

Defeated again, Fendros walked back to the campfire. "Meesei, if I may. This is probably a foolish question, but do you make use of soap and towels here? Lorag just notified me of the smell of the dead feral werewolf, that I only just recognised."