Lorag stopped once Narsi fell, though he was still fully attentive of any sudden actions from such a volatile werewolf. Regardless, he stepped up to her, looking down on her from above. "Hmph, lasted longer than I thought you would." He said, despite the short fight. "Still awake in there, girl? Best to stop when you start gettin' dizzy. They tell me that's something' you're supposed to treat quick." 

Lorag briefly waved his hand towards their onlookers. "Speaking of, you're up, Alain." 

The small crowd was already sharing mumbled words and looks of surprise. To defeat [i]any[/i] werewolf in such a way was already impressive, much less to do so quickly. One of the group, a Breton man, returned a nod to Lorag, then quickly stepped over to a wooden cabinet in the corner to collect a few potions. 

Oddly enough, Lorag's gaze down to Narsi suddenly became even more intense, almost threatening. He practically started to shout down at her. "Kneel, dog, you're beaten! Time for me to talk to the girl now. Go to sleep and lick your wounds." He commanded, obviously not directing his words towards Narsi [i]herself[/i]. As stubborn as Narsi was, her beast was not; at least not in all contexts. They were still pack-based beings, with clear instincts regarding their superiors. 

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[i]"I believe I have made it clear that I am offering you a chance."[/i] Zharanthixil replied. [i]"I cannot guarantee all others will. Most will not care, so as long as you do not prove a nuisance, but there are a few I know who may take offense at your presence. I cannot protect you from them, physically or by influence. If it becomes a problem, you would need to speak to an Elder for a resolution, and hope they support you."[/i]