Fendros somehow saw Lorag and Rossarm look at each other as if mirrored, despite their noticeable difference in height and build. It was the looks in their eyes.

Rossarm did not hesitate to reach out and take Lorag's hand. "Rossarm Avarul," he said.

Off to Lorag's side, Janius waited a beat so he wouldn't interrupt Rossarm and Lorag, though the older men had no comment. Janius offered his handshake as well. "Janius. You proved quite the mage, and quite the shaper of mages."

Rossarm took Janius' hand with a frown. "Lycanthropes have a natural fortitude," he responded, almost humbly.

Fendros smiled behind him.

Of all people, Sabine was the next one eager to introduce herself. "I am Sabine Montgrave." She showed a small smile and gestured to the vision-impared Karl holding her hand. "And this is my partner Karl. I am glad you could join us."

Rossarm simply nodded. "I understand you were the protege of your late leader."

Sabine lowered her gaze. "That is correct. But, so were we all. In her pack."

"You as well, Lorag?" Rossarm asked.