Janius' smile lowered a little. He looked at Kaleeth and Zharanthixil briefly, wondering if either of them had told Julan the answer before.

[i]"Well, Julan,"[/i] Janius turned his eyes back to Kaj-Julan. [i]"I believe the tradition is you would have marks put on your scales, like mother's vines. Except yours would look more like the Juran-Selth's. The current master hunter, that is."[/i] He tensed the corner of his mouth. [i]"I've been told about leviathans before. Huge, spine-backed beasts that live here in Black Marsh. I have not seen one myself, however."[/i]

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"Very well." Fendros fastened his sword to his belt and then stopped to look at Ahnasha. After a sigh, he knelt down in front of her and held her hands. "You haven't lost him. I guarantee it." He half-stood to give Ahnasha a hug. "Did you want to come with me to find him?" He asked with his arms around her.