Rhazii paid close attention, nodding rapidly to Ahnasha's affirming of city manners. At mention of Fendros' father, he curled in his lips and looked ahead, conflicted. "Okay," he answered lowly after a moment.

Though he did not look comfortable, Fendros did not protest as he took the lead towards his old home. They all kept their eyes peeled for familiar Dunmer.

They were unnoticed all the way to the front door. Fendros hesitated and then knocked three times. He clasped his hands in front of himself as he waited. His toes restlessly fidgeted up and down in his shoes.

The sound of boots on floorboards preceded the door unlatching and opening partly. Fendros looked up and saw Monderyn right before his eyes lit up. He had hardly aged more than Fendros had, which was little at all.

"Fendros?" Monderyn said, surprised. His eyes shot to Ahnasha and Rhazii. "We...did not know you were coming. A pleasant surprise." His hidden nervousness came through under his voice. "Who is this?" He nodded to Rhazii.

"It's Rhazii, your nephew," Fendros said with a smile.

Rhazii forced a smile.

Monderyn hummed curiously but did not quite smile. "Grown up healthy, haven't you? I hope they are feeding you enough, young man."

"Uh, nice to meet you," Rhazii attempted.

Fendros interrupted before the small talk could set in. "Monderyn, may we speak with you and the rest of the family? There's been something...not bad, just unexpected that you all ought to know."

Monderyn bared his teeth and looked over his shoulder. When he looked forward again, he clutched the side of the door and craned his head forward. "Father is in the house," he murmured. "Do you think we could meet in town instead? Later?"

His tone was enough to convey the situation to Fendros. It was no wonder Monderyn was nervous.

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The werewolf took a step back when Lorag spoke. A second passed. Her ears went back and her lips curled up, revealing a fresh set of sharp teeth. She growled and bristled, lowering herself to fight.

A separate low bark snapped the werewolf's attention off to the side. In the movement of her head, her mouth shut and her head perked up, completely cleared of aggression.

The source of the bark entered Lorag's peripheral vision. Another, more familiar werewolf stood nearby. This one was just as large and strong as Lorag remembered. Though her canine face was less emotive, she was clearly scowling and squinting at Lorag.

"She's home now," Harriet said awkwardly through her snout. "Question is, why the hell are [i]you[/i] here?"

The smaller werewolf dug her claws into the dirt furtively, unsure.

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"Alright then," Janius said. "Laying in the river with you a while sounds tempting on its own, but we wouldn't want to leave Julan alone for too long. Come, let's get back to camp." He drew Kaleeth into a quick hug, kissed her again, and then tread the water back to camp with her.