Julan shook his head slowly. "I don't think so. The apprentices are all pretty busy most of the day. They train for hours, and especially now that they're going to move the village, they're going on hunts almost every day to stock up on meat. I'll probably be done for the day before most of them are. Leeus would only have been able to stay for a few minutes anyway."

The hackwing leg Julan was holding was mostly bare of meat by this point, but he was still picking at the scraps regardless. "I wish there was a potion or something that could just put me to sleep. I'm just wanting to get this over with." 

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Ahnasha's family, of course, did not recognize Rossarm on his approach, but it did not take much thought for them to piece together who he was. Even without being lycans, S'nashi, Vasiq, and Shevari all had strong enough noses to smell the wine, as Rossarm had apparently cared little to hide it. Gwindir's senses were not as precise, but he could still adopt the discomfort of most of those around him. 

Ahnasha herself was almost as nervous about her family and what they might do as she was about Rossarm, but at least for the moment, they were keeping silent. They lacked most of the context about Rossarm that everyone else understood; for all they knew, Fendros could have stolen his father's sword when he ran away from home. 

It was up to Fendros to respond first, but what he might easily notice was Ahnasha's demeanor beside him. Last time they had spoken to Rossarm, Ahnasha had held herself back, allowing Fendros to take the lead. However, she was now standing side-by-side with him, not budging an inch even as Rossarm approached them. If her words ended up matching her actions, then she was not going to be backing down this time.