Smiling back to Ahnasha, Fendros nodded. "Okay, I think I remember how. You'll have to help me out, maybe my memory will be refreshed if you give me one as well." He grinned with a hint of mischief. The idea of a bath tonight was becoming an attractive prospect now. First, though, he listened to Lorag.

Fendros licked his teeth of the last of the spices, trying to remember. "I knew that the blacksmith was an orc, but I never knew that the coot was your father. He probably would have made my sword then, it was a birthday present from father." It was then that his face became suddenly surprised and fearful as he recalled another detail, "Gharzal gra-Yurnol! Oh I wish I didn't remember her..." Fendros put he fingertips of one hand on his temple, before motioning to Lorag, "No offense intended, but your mother was the scariest woman I know. She retired a only few months before I came to the pack, she had a lot of energy for her age." He sighed through his lips as he recalled what images he had of the old Orc chapter head, "I've never seen a fully armoured man get thrown by the collar further than that she-orc pelted him." Fendros shuddered. After a pause, he wondered how he hadn't seen Lorag amongst the citizenry of Cheydinhal before. To be fair, he didn't go off the winery that often before joining the Fighter's Guild, so he was probably on duty during that time.

Laughing a little, Fendros rose from his seat. "The world seems a lot smaller now. I didn't even know those folks had a child, but you've got their look now that I think about it." Fendros gestured to Lorag's face, seeing some resemblance of his former chapter master, even with Orc features being very foreign. Then he turned around towards the pool and leaned down to place his hand on Ahnasha's shoulder. He leaned down further and gave her a kiss on the side of the head, before squeezing the back of her shoulder gently with his hand as if examining it. "Your shoulders are a bit tense. A massage is very nice in a bath, if you would like one now." He said quietly.

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Ariel kneeled down, clearing away some detritus to get to the bed of soil underneath. With her finger she took a few moments to roughly draw the layout of the keep. "The front gate is here," She whispered as she pointed to a spot between two turrets on the drawing, "they normally keep that closed, but there are also sally ports here and here, they are locked and alarmed at this time of night." She gestured to one spot which appeared to be a gap in the wall. "Under here, though is a culvert that runs under the wall. The grate can be disintegrated, it's just made of steel and they don't lay so many runes around because of the water and the rodents. That's our best bet." She brought Meesei's attention to the inside of the wall, "I'm unsure where exactly they would be making the gas, but there are a number of places to look. These five towers," she pointed to five of the six turrets that made up the keep, "are still mostly intact and inhabited, but like most old Imperial forts, there is a considerable space constructed underneath them. The sixth tower is collapsed, but enough of it still stands that it is too tall to climb. The sentinels have regular patrol routes through the keep, so just keep close and I'll make sure we don't run into them."

Ariel then cast another spells in her off hand. A muffle spell, just as Meesei had done, but the casting was completely silent. After that, she took out one of the potions she carried in her pockets and carefully drank its content. After blinking a couple of times, she seemed to take in more details of her surroundings. "Right then, let's make our approach while this night-eye lasts." She said, waving for Meesei to follow as she made her way at an angle to the keep sufficient to avoid being seen by the slouching metal shapes that walked the walls and strode in groups around the forest. They were easy enough to avoid by the time they got to the culvert, which had a small mossy creek leaking out of it. Trying to make as little noise as possible, Ariel checked her surroundings and crawled into the small archway that was the culvert and charged red disintegration magic in both hands. "Can you disintegrate these? Do the other side." Ariel whispered, before grabbing two of the bars and rusting them away with her spell. Even though the bars were yielding, it was a slow process. Ariel had to stop and try to detect any patrols nearby from time to time. They seemed safe so far.