Calia swallowed and turned her head away slightly, clearly not fond of the memory. "There was so much flesh scattered about that no one could rightly tell which belonged to Fendros, his horse, or the beast itself. The guard suggested that either Fendros had run off, for which there were no tracks or blood trails, or he had been eaten by the beast before it succumbed to its sword wounds. Both scenarios were unlikely, but as the forest was searched further, hope of his continued life waned." Calia closed her eyes in a long blink. "Monderyn went out after the guard had given up, searching and ranging further. He had no luck either."

Trying to move on, Calia raised her head and faced Meesei again. "Regardless, I am happy to hear that Fendros has realised his talents. We had always tried to teach him magic, but he never enjoyed the drills and practice without being able to regenerate his magicka on his own. He said the potions made him feel sick when he consumed too many." Calia raised another small smile. "I am told you are a talented mage yourself. Was yours a traditional education or..." Calia breathed in to censor herself and think of an appropriate description. "...learned from your own people?"

Monderyn gave Ahnasha a small grin for once. "I think we have common ground on house cats. I have tried to tell Llarasa as much as you have said, but she sees something in it that I do not."

"What did you want to do with a bird?" Fendros turned his head to Ahnasha. It took him a moment after asking to realise that Ahnasha might have been talking about hunting birds rather than the dainty canary that originally came to his mind. Still, he was curious.