Fendros' chewing slowed as some worry welled up inside of him. [i]She'll be back, don't worry about it.[/i]

"Right. Ah... I was just trying to piece last night together myself," Janius said, "let's see, after you two stumbled away all frisky, er... when we ran out of wine to drink, Lorag and I started to arm wrestle. I don't know how I thought I could beat him, and he did mostly, but after about the fifth rematch, he passed out." Janius licked his teeth to try and recall further, "Then I dragged him to his bedroll and piled furs on top of him. Runt woke me up."

"Hold on," Lorag's muffled voice caused everyone to turn to his bedroll as he virtually erupted from the pile of pelts while sitting up. He pointed to Janius and squinted his eyes to the sun, "I didn't pass out, you passed out- ah!" Lorag pressed a hand to the side of his head, he had sat up too quickly, "You passed out and I dragged [i]you[/i] to your bedroll. I remember because I piled those furs on myself, it was cold last night. Also, Meesei wandered off to go fishing or pearl diving or something after you passed out." Lorag then looked to the sky and rubbed his chin with his hand, "or was that before we arm-wrestled?"

"I think it was while we were on our third arm-wrestle, or something, that she wandered off. I got close to beating you that round." Janius said, the last sentence with a very matter-of-fact tone.

Lorag got up and went to fetch his own breakfast, this time pacing himself so that he wouldn't irritate his headache. "Pfft, keep dreaming, boy," He said dismissively.

Fendros had to squint his eyes on occasion, the talking was causing himself some pain as Janius and Lorag raised their voices. "Uh, if I may... how long does Meesei normally take on these errands?" Fendros wasn't on the verge of panicking yet, but when you planned to have children only after a century at least, not having control over a situation such as this was making him tense.