"Hmph, well I guess that's the story [i]she[/i] told ya. No idea how much is true. Don't really matter, though. It doesn't change much." Lorag replied, finally looking down to make eye contact with Narsi. "She don't know how much she's missed this last decade or so. She couldn't have told you the truth 'bout the clans, 'cause she don't even know the truth. That's why you're gonna see it for yourself. You're gonna be staying a while, but I'll go ahead and tell you that I won't bother tryin' to make you stay there. I sired you, so I'm still responsible for you, kind of. So, I'm goin' to make sure you stay there long enough to see everything on the table for you if you wanna stay. If you see all that, and decide to be stupid enough to give it all up, then that'll be your problem, not mine. I'd have done my job." 

The pair were starting to get close to the bottom of the hill, and the Cheydinhal gates, so Lorag quickly changed the subject. "Alright, so we're going to take you into the city, and I'll show you to the Champion. She's my alpha, the alpha of every lycan in Tamriel, and the strongest person you're ever gonna meet in your life, so show some respect. We'll probably get out of the city, then she'll teleport us to our clan. It's far from here, but we'll get there instantly. After that, I'll show ya 'round a bit, then I'll get you to a room where you'll be stayin'. You're going to get some rest after that. You were in your wolf form when I got here, and for what I plan to do to start things out, you're going to need that form again." 

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It was not solely out of anxiety that Kaleeth was not moving farther towards the village, as it was quite a rare event for the village to receive unannounced villagers. Rarer still was when such visits remained amicable. Regardless, staying still and out in the open ensured that the reaction of the village's hunters was not a particularly aggressive one. A group of five emerged from the trees off to the left, all armed with spears or shortbows. The garb of the tribal Argonians was hardly any different from most of the lycan clans, with simple loincloths, hide belts, and worn jewelry made from trophies from their hunts. Although, their own customs also showed through in their appearance in how their jewelry was arranged, and the fact that they were all heavily tattooed, just like Kaleeth. The designs were all different, and reflective of their accomplishments. 

The largest, dark-green scaled Argonian man stepped forward with his spear in hand, though not pointing at any of the three of them. [i]"Speak your business here, strangers. If you are lost, we will give you a meal and directions to send you on your way, but otherwise our village is preparing to move. We are not taking on visitors."[/i] 

The light-scaled man to his right, meanwhile, squinted his eyes and leaned his head slightly forward towards the trio; Kaleeth in particular. Just after his leader finished speaking, he quickly turned his head to him. [i]"Xur, I could be wrong, but isn't that Zharanthixil's girl?"[/i] 

The leader paused, and stared closely at Kaleeth, examining her face's features. [i]"Kaleeth-Rei...I didn't recognize you. You've grown a lot."[/i]

[i]"It's okay, Xurkith. It has been a while."[/i] Kaleeth answered, though in truth, she was unsure whether she should be glad that they were starting to be friendly towards them, or upset that she had forgotten. [i]"We're just here because I want to see my parents. Can you take us to them?"[/i]

The hunters exchanged a few, uncertain glances, but said nothing to each other before Xurkith gave a single nod. [i]"Very well, I will take you to your father. But, I need to know who the two of you are before I can take anyone into the village."[/i] He said, pointing his finger to both Janius and Julan.