Sabine soon gave the Breton pair less attention as they progressed. Fendros' words had obviously sunk in far enough that they did not feel like talking. Instead, Sabine looked ahead as the wagon bumped along, only giving the captives occasional glances.

Their approach to the meeting place was mercifully lacking in anyone else. To have a werecrocodile pulling a cart become a story spread around the local community was not something they could afford, let alone the pack of werewolves escorting them.

Upon spotting Ahnasha by the cabin, Fendros flashed a small grin. He waved and called out. "Greetings, o lithe and graceful hunter! Have you any fur to trade?"