Leaps settled himself down onto his belly a short distance from the fire. No doubt the warmth felt comforting against his scales in the damp cavern.

"They're tough out in those villages, aren't they?" Rhazii asked rhetorically with a small grin. "I should say congratulations, brother. Those tattoos aren't going to be so weird now, I think. They do make you look pretty tough, come to think of it."

Narsi crossed her arms. "So you had to fight someone to prove you were one of them? Sounds like a Orc stronghold. Momma told me about them. They didn't have...tattoos like this, though. What was it like in the village? Where is it?"

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Fendros gave an accepting nod to Ahnasha's response to the less likely ideas. There was no trace of stubbornness he felt he needed to show.

If forced to admit it, Fendros was fully prepared for Ahnasha to reject all his ideas. Or, at the least, to require further convincing. In her apparent acceptance of the last option, Fendros peered up at her in surprise. "Oh...well, good, we have something then." He sat up straighter and tried to think of what to say next in his foggy mind. "We would still have to decide what extra details to mention; whether Rhazii is a werewolf, whether to introduce the pack as...a pack, how lycanthropy works..." He stopped himself. "You're right, though. Let's...As much as I would like to speak to them about it as soon as possible, it may be best to wait and gauge how much they believe so far. For all we know, they might decide not to ask any more questions at all."

He sighed and ran his hands up his face. "Pour me some tea, please, Ahna? I need it."