Although Meesei was sure that Ahnasha and Fendros both were still nervous, likely Ahnasha more than Fendros, she was simply glad to have more time away from her responsibilities. She had not been able to escape them entirely back in their clan, but just like her day with Sabine and Ariel the previous week, she was free to simply enjoy her present company. They did have some time to wait, so in the hour after they met up in the inn, the group found a table and had a light lunch. Ahnasha, of course, was focused on planning for the week ahead for a time, but even she ran out of things to say after about half an hour. Meesei decided to fill the time with less serious discussion in an effort to at least attempt to calm Ahnasha's nerves. 

It had been over an hour, so they were expecting Fendros' family to arrive at any minute. It was only Meesei that was not giving glances to the door every minute or so. "Hmm, I know that my main purpose in being here is as a means of transportation for you all, but nevertheless, I am glad to be able to take some time with you. And I am glad that I allow [i]myself[/i] the ability to relax." She said, holding up her half-empty mug of ale. "For so long, I have been so...restrictive with myself. I never allow myself to loosen my guard too much, or drink too much, especially. Given what happened the last time I became truly intoxicated, it could be argued there is a good reason for it, but I no longer feel the need to be so strict." Meesei explained. Her voice was soft and unusually relaxed, though that was perhaps influenced by the fact that she had allowed herself to order more drinks than usual, and certainly several more than anyone else.

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Lorag's eyes narrowed sharply upon Harriet. "A 'mistake'. That what you call it when you murder your alpha in cold blood with a damned poison like some scheming Elf? Like to see you say that to Vera's face. I don't think you'd have the courage to face her again, though it'd probably serve you well to grovel at her feet begging for forgiveness. Or at least be entertaining."

Lorag grunted, as if to interrupt himself. "But this ain't about [i]you[/i], or [i]your[/i] crimes. No, the whole point of this is that she's not you. She didn't commit any crimes, and she didn't betray anyone. She doesn't have to run like you did. Sure, I'll believe you told her [i]about[/i] us. She probably knows she [i]has[/i] a choice to come to the clans, but she doesn't really understand that choice. Hmph, [i]you[/i] don't even really understand that choice. It's not like you know what the clans are really like now. I might not be much of a parent, but in my pack, I'm surrounded by 'em. I've seen how they raise their kids, and they may not do it like proper Orcs, but...even I can see that it's not the right way to do it if you're just takin' the kid out into the woods with just [i]you[/i]. She's got no one her age to challenge her. Just you, and you'll always have to hold yourself back. She's got no one to compete with, no one that can make her push herself to get better. Can't grow strong like that, not as strong as a girl with [i]my[/i] blood should be. She needs better training than you can give, and to be able to hone herself on opponents who can really go all-out. She needs to [i]see[/i] the choice she really has with her own eyes."