Rukeewei kept an eye on the rest of the inn as he stopped next to the pack's table. No one needed him immediately, but if any of the other patrons called for him, he would have to step away fairly quickly. "My inn has been getting slowly busier. It has caused some stress, but I am glad for it. I am hoping to build up some savings before I have to do any maintenance on the building. I always like to make as much time as I can for friends, though. Especially the people who brought my wonderful wife to me."

Looking down near Kaleeth's feet, Rukeewei gave a wary look to Leaps. "So, he is, uh, trained properly, right? I know this is [i]The Wamasu's Nest[/i], but I did not plan on taking that literally."

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Najan-Ja might have snapped at Gallus for his forwardness in a private matter if he also did not agree with Gallus. "Yizan...surely you cannot mean that. You don't know what's going to happen. There might be a cure. I don't want to give up."

Yizan lightly shook his head. "There's nothing to give up on. My body should be dead. It's just the alchemists keeping it alive, and all it is doing is making it take longer to die. I'm always so hungry, always...hurting so much. I just want to be able to go to the Hist. Please...take me to the tree."

"Yizan, I promised your mother I would take care of you." Najan said, sounding more defeated. 

"You are taking care of me. It is what is best for me." Yizan responded, giving a pleading gaze towards his uncle.