Fendros wanted to disagree with Ahnasha about learning languages being particularly hard, but with so few people to converse with he had to admit that it wouldn't be easy either. Other than that, he was surprised that so many of the pack knew different languages. Orcish, Ta'agra and Daedric sounded like they were interesting, but Fendros had also heard Jel a number of times before and couldn't make any sense of it. Still, if he ever wanted to try and learn another language, it seemed as though he was spoiled for choice within the pack.

Ahnasha's interest was more artistically inclined. It made Fendros feel a little bad for her that painting was something that would be more difficult to pursue. Fendros looked at her and smiled, "Well, you might sometime. I don't know about carrying around big canvases and easels, but..." He looked down at her stomach, "... once the child gets to the point where you won't be moving around as much, I have a feeling books are only going to occupy you for so long." Fendros looked at the ground and waved his other hand at their surroundings, "Out her in the wilderness, most wildernesses, there's plenty to paint. My sister used to carry around a blank book. She would sketch just about everything she saw. Sometimes in ink, paint, charcoal, whatever was on hand." Fendros smiled at Ahnasha again, "If we found one, like one of the old journals that we sometimes find, perhaps that could be a start." Fendros grinned and nearly laughed, "And if you wanted to do portraits instead of landscapes, I'm sure Lorag and Janius would be climbing over each other to show themselves off."