Ahnasha was far more on-edge than she likely needed to be. Strictly speaking, the stakes of today, or indeed, whatever happened in the next week, were far lower than their average mission. There were no life or death situations, and the most that was in danger was some of their family members' opinions. However, that sort of rational perspective was doing nothing to calm Ahnasha's mind. She was relieved that it was at least Monderyn that answered the door, though she still glanced past him to look for his father several times while he spoke. 

"That will probably be fine." Ahnasha answered. "I don't think it is anything to worry about today, it's just...I'll give you the short version. [i]My[/i] family has finally found an excuse to come to Cheydinhal, and I just know they are going to want to introduce themselves. I guess we can talk more when you can get away."

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Lorag huffed, and gave the first hint of any measure of uncertainty that he had shown since he arrived. Although, he still showed no signs of influence from their aggression. "Hmph, now ain't that a good question. Not too sure I know the answer myself. Could've gone the rest of my life without laying eyes on a traitor like you again, but, well, here I am." He glared sharply at Harriet, but that anger left his expression after only a few seconds.

Lorag sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Look, things have happened. Things are going to happen, and it's all got me thinking about...things. You can calm down, I'm not here to hurt anyone. Trust me, if someone ever decides its time for justice, it'll probably be Vera comin' and kicking down your door. Maybe her son. Or maybe Gallus. Just not me. I wanted to just forget about all this, but I've got that irritating voice in the back of my mind nagging at me, tellin' me that I can't go into what's to come without...dealin' with things." He said, his eyes focusing squarely on the younger werewolf as he spoke.