Viktor raised a hand to dismiss Elann’s apology. “No worries,” he said in Fratava understandingly. “It was a long trip from Syliras to Zeltiva. I’m happy to have both of you here and to have him home,” he said quietly. “It’s nice to finally meet you as well.”

Viktor, while he wasn’t the bulky and boisterous man Elann may have imagined, he was still larger than the average man seen in Syliras. He was larger still than both Ryon and Noah, and they were a bit taller than the average man as well. Neither of them were angrily bulky, encumbered by muscle. They were mostly streamlined, any muscle they had was toned and sculpted from years of activity. Any strength they possessed may have been surprising to those that underestimated them. As it were, they were fibrous muscle jampacked into tall and almost lean bodies, Noah’s being the leanest of all. Upon see them all transformed into their feral forms, Elann would begin to understand.

“Viktor, why don’t you go change and come back down for dinner,” Isabella said, gently tapping on her husband’s arm. The man nodded, waving a slight goodbye to Elann as he backed away to saunter out into the main hall, finding his way up the stairs.

“Could you go wake Noah up and see if he has the appetite to eat with us?” Isabella continued, turning to look at Elann. “When you’re all back we can start dinner.”

“Josie said she wouldn’t be able to get away from the tavern to come sit down with us,” Aimee informed, pulling away from Elann as well. “I went down there and it was packed full of sailors.”

Isabella nodded in understanding. “Alright. We’ll just save her something for when she gets home tonight.”