Fendros caught the apple in both hands and looked down at it. He was at a bit of a loss, they both seemed to be quite skilled individuals. Besides, he didn't feel particularly hungry right then and there, what was he going to do with the apple? "I usually... I think that I could learn from both of you," Fendros said "I mean, I fight with a sword and shield and shoot well enough, but you two both seem more skilled than I. It might be a matter of taking turns."

Fendros heard Janius chuckling behind him, he turned to face the Imperial. "What is it?" Fendros asked.

"Oh, nothing really," Janius said innocently, "it's just that they have enough trouble sharing inanimate objects. Excepting of course, their burning passion for each other." Janius shielded his face from a splash of water cast from Ahnasha's hand. "There's a desire for burning, that's for sure, Janius!" Ahnasha retorted. "Maybe a good place to start would be to explain to us where you learned to fight. I don't think it's purely luck involved when someone slays a werewolf and lives. Even Lorag-" Janius gestured to the orc, "-was a legionnaire, and he had a... similar turning from what I remember him telling me."

Lorag thumped his fist on his chest, "Damn right, remind me to tell you about that sometime."

"Yeah. So, what about you, Fendros?" Janius asked.

"Well, the past few years I've been involved with the Fighters Guild. They and my father taught me most things about fighting," Fendros replied, "the bow was mostly self-taught."

"A fellow guilder, eh? Fancy that," Janius beamed, "I myself was a Journeyman at the Bravil branch. Many a noble soul in the fighters guild."

Lorag snorted, "As long as they're not breathing down our necks."

"Oh, when was the last time that happened, Lorag?" Janius said, "Besides, what could they do to us that we couldn't do to them first?"