"Whatever the hunters bring in and whatever the gatherers forage, that is what's eaten," Janius answered, putting a hand on his hip. He followed Julan's eyes to the people around them. "Food doesn't tend to keep long in the marsh, so people eat what's put in front of them. But..." He smiled at Julan and switched to Jel. [i]"Go on and ask what there is to eat. Maybe having a chat with some other people will help calm yourself."[/i]

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There was no telling whether Rhazii's distress was escalating because of his age, Ahnasha's choice of reasoning, or just the growing pit in his stomach. The certain detail was Rhazii's temper breaking. He bared his clenched teeth at the body, scrunched his fists, and noticeably held back his fuming voice. "That's not f-...Sorry, I need to go..."

He started in a walk with broad, brisk steps away from Ahnasha before he even finished speaking. He looked to the ground all the way. His fist twitched as he went until he reached the trees and broke into a jog.