Fendros shuddered when Meesei tried to justify the practice of cannibalism my referencing the Bosmer of Valenwood. [i]Just because those stunted wildlings eat each other, it doesn't make it right.[/i] Fendros thought to himself. The magic that Meesei imbued onto the hide sack took Fendros by surprise as he hoisted it over his shoulder. "I almost got used to the smell of blood everywhere, up until you mentioned washing it off," Fendros remarked, "now the drying blood is starting to itch." And so began the hike back to the encampment, with a disproportionately large sack of ogre meat.

Fendros still felt rather uncomfortable as he continued to stride back. He felt as if he had more control now that his beast was sleeping, however there were still anxieties running through his mind. Would he be able to keep the values that he believed in, or would he be forced to change? Would he be cast out if he couldn't change? Where is there to go? He couldn't go home, he had fully convinced himself of that as he he first tore open the ogre's stomach. He was mostly worried about his parents searching for him. After a while of walking, Fendros asked Meesei about it, "Meesei, if you remember me mentioning beforehand, you'll know that I'm the only birth child of my parents'." His tone was quite serious as he spoke, "Dunmer are incredibly lucky if they conceive a child more than twice in their entire lifetimes. You must understand that parental grief is far more pronounced among my people. My mother and father are likely pleading to the count to send out a search party by now. I never stay away for this long, you see." Fendros sighed, "if they find us, might I try to talk to the guards, or at the very least leave a note? It will at least give my parents some closure if my words are forwarded to them."