None spoke an obvious answer. No one in the pack could come up with one on the spot, especially while distracted trying to spot any more people in the market that might be with Do'Rhajul. Even Sabine flicked her beady eyes between the followed raven and anyone else on the ground that didn't fit the pattern of the crowd.

Fendros noticed something odd about the way the Nord, Yerig, was speaking. At first, his anger appeared to be derived from the raven exposing their surveillance. However, Fendros suspected that Yerig may have been referring to their topic of conversation. Perhaps Do'Rhajul's specialist team were not as united as his prodigious military experience would have inferred.

All the same, this encounter served no offensive purpose that Fendros could fathom. His best guess made his shoulders relax. His patience eventually gave out against his better judgement. He took a step forward and breathed in.

He couldn't think of anything to say. Nothing that came to mind seemed appropriate or useful. Just as well; Meesei was the one that had any experience at all with the general. It only occurred to Fendros in the moment that this Cathay-Raht could have been a different individual altogether.