The ability to change himself into a certain creature was unheard of within Dracanica. Sure, legends crossed the sea but nobody at the higher houses truly believed any of it. Until now. For a split second Anita’s face betrayed her amazement. But she quickly hid it by drinking a bit from her glass of wine. Imast in the meantime took the word again. “Wolves and…bears I presume.” He said. He had heard the legends. Men turning in to mauling bears. “Must be very valuable troops when you march for battle. My friends and I once battle a wild bear. He nearly mauled me and a few of my friends.” He said with a smile because of the memory. But Anita shot him slightly angered eyes. But then she turned towards Sarin again. “So…if I may, which one of the two are you? Are you a Wolf or an Ursa?” she asked, remembering the shifting eyes.

In the mean times two Templars brought a plate to the guarding one so he could eat as well. The other two remained at the table, looking around. The few researchers that had come along had barely touched their food as they compared notes, greatly amazed by practically everything of the new culture.