Janius remained standing opposite where Kaleeth seated herself. He looked at the Hist tree and crossed his arms, thinking better than to get too close to something so sacred to everyone around them.

"You and Meesei have always spoken about the Hist in this...ever-present way." Janius sighed. "I wish I could understand it, too." He blinked his eyes down to her. "It's...not really my place to understand it. But I know we would never mistreat our son. We brought him here to connect to all this." Janius swept his upturned hand around the village. "Even if it's late. We can give him this chance."

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Fendros exhaled through a tense grin, looking down. "It's not quite as simple as we had put to the letters," he said. He eased himself into a seat as he spoke. "My sister and brother, Llarasa and Monderyn, they are more or less fine. My mother will be aloof and condescending, but she may at least be personable." Fendros' face became saddened and his tone turned serious. "Listen, there is a rift between my father and me." He pointed his hands forward. "It happened when I first visited home with Ahnasha. It's sensitive. Even if trying to reason with him would make matters better or worse -- and I think it would make them much worst -- it's between me and him. You have to understand, he is a person so set in his ways he has not spoken to me in over a decade. He has little patience, strong convictions, and I would dare call him dangerous."

Fendros looked pleadingly at S'nashi and Gwindir. "I need you to promise you will not try to approach him if he does not want to speak."