"Yes...probably the most unintentionally wise statement you've made thusfar. Considering the overwhelming dangers of the Walking Ways, it [i]can[/i] wait." Hal-Neesa commented, standing to her feet. "For now, I have thralls to inspect. I expect your wife is done with her preparations by this point." 

Regardless of any response Fendros might have had, Hal-Neesa headed outside, followed shortly by Ahnasha returning inside with a brief, but unmistakable look of anxiety in her expression. Alhough by the way she was looking at Fendros and the others, it might have been them, rather than Neesa, who were the source of her worries. She was absentmindedly rubbing her hands together, giving nervous glances to both Saras and Fendros before she finally spoke. "Listen...I know none of this is ideal, but you don't have to worry about anything else after this that might upset the clan. I'm not going to be needing any more thralls, and I'm going to be focusing on conjuration training up to the invasion. After this is dealt with, you can just put this all to rest and focus on more important things."