Janius' lips thinned. "I want to trust him, too. Just don't let him...take it too far."

The Master-Hunter called for the fight to continue. Janius took a quick glance to his side, focussing mostly on Julan. Two seconds passed before he noticed and took another look, recognising Deerz.

He ignored him for a long moment while the combatants fought. His silence eventually made Janius speak first. [i]"What do you want, Deerz? If it is trouble, we have no need of it."[/i]

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Cheydinhal and its inn had apparently not changed in the past few hours. A few wealthy looking young men shared an afternoon drink at one table, playing some board game. A barmaid wiped down another table with a cloth. Up the stairs and into Ahnasha and Fendros' room, Ahnasha found her husband folding and putting away the garment he had been trying to repair earlier that day. He turned around with a small smile that faded quickly.

"Ahna? Are you alright? You look exhausted." He approached her and held her hand up. "And what happened to your arm?" He glanced over her shoulder. "Is Rhazii with you?"