Though Ariel had so far been brief in her explanation, Rukeewei’s mood started to turn just as quickly. It was just a few seconds after Ariel mentioned that they were lycanthropes that his eyes widened and he became distinctly nervous. He shifted in his chair and looked as if he were ready to bolt up and flee at any moment. 

Rukeewei responded in Jel as his emotions started to naturally take over. [i]”Wait, lycanthropes? Aren’t…aren’t they those crazy cursed beast people that go around eating people? I don’t…that doesn’t sound…”[/i]

Before Rukeewei could build up too many thoughts in his mind, Meesei intervened to at least make an attempt of settling him down. “That would be the popular conception of us, but there is only a partial truth in it. Feral lycans, those without any training, discipline, or experience, can be just as you describe. But, for those like us, we are organized and…civilized. We do not attack common travelers on the road, or raid farmsteads to kill families. We are just people with a complicated condition.”

Meesei’s words had mostly only seemed to prevent Rukeewei from running out of the room. It was not as simple as just a few words to dispel what was quite literally thousands of years of myths and traditions. Rukeewei’s eyes were darting around the room and he was breathing as if in a panic. Meesei could smell the fear on his very breath.