Fendros looked at Lorag, glancing to everyone else for a moment. He wasn't quite sure whether he liked his new nickname, but he knew Lorag well enough that he wasn't going to have any control over changing it. "Well I just unstrung it-, oh alright then." He collected his bow, an arrow, and a short plank of wood from nearby. After taking a moment to string his bow, he handed the plank to Janius. Standing between Janius and a fairly open area of the chamber, Fendros nocked his arrow. "Toss it down that way, far as you can." He said to Janius, nodding to the space in front of him. Janius shrugged, then threw the plank overarm, high and far.

As it hurtled through the air, Fendros pulled back his bowstring and tracked it. A short distance past the height of the plank's arc, Fendros released and there was a loud tack as the arrow collided with one face of the plank. The arrow clattered to the ground with the plank. The shot had not pierced the solid wood, but when Fendros walked up to collect them, he held up the plank to reveal a fresh splinter on one of its surfaces. "A bit easier to hit than the ash yams Ahna was throwing, but I should hope I got it right after practicing all afternoon." Fendros said modestly. It felt more like a party trick at this point, but practicing on small moving targets was important. Rarely would his prey be standing still. It was true what Ahnasha said earlier though, doing this under more pressure was not something Fendros was used to at this point.

Janius simply nodded and pulled a sturgeon frown at Fendros' demonstration. Sabine was too distracted to care.

Feeling like he'd swelled his ego enough for one night, Fendros proceeded to put his equipment aside and grab his own meal. He wasn't even aware of the spices the hunters kept until Ahnasha found them. The smell of them over the fire drew him to do the same. "Never thought I'd see you cooking your meat, Ahna," he mentioned when he began to roast his dinner. Still feeling a little raw at being put on the spot by Lorag's nicknaming, even though he didn't have to be ashamed by it, he was made curious about it. "Hey Lorag, did you ever get any nicknames? Either in the pack, or when your were in the legion, or otherwise?" he asked. Almost immediately he prepared himself for a self-indulgent regaling about his time as the 'great hero of Windhelm', or the 'great stud of the medical tent', or other some such 'great' title. He might have an honest answer, though.

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On Meesei's promise, Ariel nodded solemnly. It was really the most that Meesei could do in the circumstances, she understood that much.

Ariel had to angle her head upward and think about how Sabine was before she was infected. It had been a number of years, Ariel had almost forgotten herself. As the memories came back to her, Ariel slowly recited them. "Let's see... Sabine was... well she was still shy, but not completely withdrawn. She liked to play with the people she knew and trusted, but always hid behind someone's robe when meeting strangers." Ariel furrowed her brow as she remembered, "I actually remember her talking much more openly than she does now. An innocent child, as you would expect. Loved to make potions, was always interested in what the other witches were making, and we indulged her curiosity most of the time. It was a number of them who collectively raised us, you see." Ariel smiled suddenly, "I remember she had a penchant for tasting whatever ingredients were left out, even into her later childhood. The more dangerous ingredients were always kept hidden and locked away, naturally, so no real harm came from it." Her smile turned into a laugh, "One night she ate too many milk thistle seeds and she ended up glowing in the dark for the rest of the night. She must have liked the taste."

Ariel's smile faded as she was brought back to the present. "So, yes, she was playful and innocent, like most children, but shy."