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Ahnasha could hardly stand to listen to Monderyn's justifications for his actions. By the reasoning he was using, Ahnasha found him frustratingly thick-headed, but her anger was nowhere near Fendros'. He seemed to be on the brink of attacking through their entire exchange, to the point that it only took one insult to cause him to snap. As Fendros reared back for the killing blow, Ahnasha, despite her anger, still brought herself to act. She would not have shed a tear if Monderyn were to die, as it was not he that she sought to protect. Her instant reaction was instead motivated by the desire to protect Fendros. If he killed his own brother in a fit of rage, he would never forgive himself. Ahnasha stepped forward and grabbed a hold of Fendros' wrist as it was reared back behind him. She could not really stop him in this form if he was truly intent on strking, but for him to strike would require that he force his way through her. "Fendros!" She said firmly, staring into his wolfen eyes. "He is your brother. He is a thick-headed idiot with no idea what you sacrificed for him, but he is still your brother." At the same time, several of the others had made it into the room, in varying stages of alertness. As expected, it was Meesei who was the most calm and collected, even in such a dangerous situation. She carefully closed the door behind them, then spoke in a calm, but authoritative voice. "Fendros, you need to shift back, before we attract the attention of anyone else in the building."

Perhaps she should have expected it, but nevertheless, Monderyn's sudden attack caught Ahnasha off guard. She bared her teeth at the sight of the knife, and even as it was against her throat, she intended to fight back. She was moments away from conjuring a blade of her own when Fendros intervened, with ferocious efficiency. He pinned Monderyn to the ground with no contest, as he had nowhere near the strength to overpower Fendros. As soon as Monderyn dropped his blade, Ahnasha snatched it up, being careful not to touch the metal herself. If the attack wasn't enough, the exchange between Fendros and Monderyn only served to heighten Ahnasha's own anger. Though not as enraged as Fendros, she had no sympathies for his brother. She was not quite to the point where she was willing to kill him, but it would not take a great deal to send her there. She scowled at him, walking to the side so she could be sure he could see her. Whether or not it was her business to become involved was irrelevant to her at the moment; she was too angry to care. "You're the one who destroyed your family, fool. Fendros was the victim of an attack he could not control, he could not stop. He did not choose to leave you, but you...you chose to blame him for putting your lives above his. You chose to hurt your sister. What did Fendros do wrong?" With the brief pause that followed, Ahnasha could hear some movement in the adjacent rooms. The commotion had awoken at least some of the others in the pack as well, and with Monderyn forcing his way into their room, they were likely not far behind.

It was easy to tell that Ahnasha was nervous when they awoke to voices down the hall. It was hard to place at first. It was shouting, obviously, but the voices were muffled, indistinct. It was Fendros who recognized them first, and with the expression on his face, his warning wasn't even necessary. They had calmed Rhazii, but the silence was brief, as it was only a few seconds later that they heard footsteps approaching to their door. Both of them got up, with Ahnasha making sure to keep Rhazii obscured under the fur blanket. As Fendros hid himself away in the corner, Ahnasha whispered to him. "I'll...try, but I don't think this will work. He knows you're here." She warned, her tone definitely worried. She was hardly prepared to speak to Monderyn. She had no idea what to say to him if her first plan did not work, and being that they were awoken in the middle of the night, she wasn't even clothed. She slowly approached the door, making sure that her footsteps could be easily heard outside, while frantically trying to determine what exactly to say. Leaning to the side, she cracked the door ever so slightly and looked out so that only a part of her face was visible. She did her best to look and sound frightful as she spoke. "Please leave me alone. I don't know who this Fendros is, you must have the wrong room."

Alright, I'll let you move us on whenever you wish, since I don't know what the next scene entails.

Ahnasha could not be happy with what they learned, but at least the encounter ended much better than it could have. There were still far too many unresolved questions for her liking, ones that would certainly end up bothering Fendros. She returned Fendros' hug until Rhazii started whining for attention between them, at which point she pulled away to sit down on the bed with Rhazii in her lap. "I'm sure you would have been fine, but if you were going to speak to your sister, it was probably best that she know about me. Perhaps it will make it a bit easier on her to know you have a family?" Ahnasha lifted Rhazii up to her chest, then laid down on her back and looked over out of the window at the sky above. "Why can't the sun hurry up and go down so we can get some rest. It's barely past noon" She said, letting out a fatigued sigh. --- "That...is not actually an easy question to answer." Meesei commented. It was not too many years ago that Meesei herself would not know what advice to give, though she had learned much more about cities in that time. The pair reached the inn, but instead of going inside immediately, Meesei leaned up against the side of the building, watching the crowds bustling through the outdoor section of the market. "Well, it is not only guards you can talk to, I should say. Anyone might be helpful, but anyone, including guards, could also want to swindle you out of what you have, or worse. It is not always easy to spot someone who is corrupt. Some of them you will know are acting strange as soon as you speak to them, but others are good actors. It helps just to be reasonably cautious with everyone you do not know. Be friendly, and grateful for their help, of course, but do not take risks. If you want to be safe, I would avoid actually following someone unless you really need to. As you saw with Llarasa, some people just want to help and mean you no harm. Actually, I would say _most_ people are like that, but there are some people who may try to lead you somewhere alone to rob you, or even worse than that. It is best to start out by just asking people for directions, and only ask for someone to guide you if that does not work. As for who to ask, guards are a good option, as I said. Beyond that, I would stick to people who you can see have jobs: dock workers, merchants, and so on. Anyone who has an honest, paying job will be less risky."

As soon as the door closed, Shir switched off her lightsabers, then picked up the blaster rifle off of the ground and handed it back to Tactus. She nodded affirmatively as the Human, Tyrell, explained his plan. At this point, nothing was guaranteed, but his plan seemed to give a reasonable chance for survival. Since the passageway did not yet have any branching paths, Shir quickly took the lead at the fastest pace that Tyrell could keep up with. From the shaking, and the strongest disturbance in the force Shir had ever felt, it was easy to tell that the battle was still raging around them. Even if they escaped, there were still a myriad of problems they would have to solve once they were away from the temple, but there was still a chance for success. Still rushing through the corridor, Shir gave her own introduction. "It is good that we have your knowledge, Tyrell. My name is Shir-Val-Kuul, Jedi Weapon Master. I have been fighting in this war since its beginning, so I am familiar with the clones: their tenacity, their dedication. They will not stop hunting us, and they are all familiar with Jedi, having fought alongside us. Once we are in the undercity, we will need to resist the temptation to attempt to escape the planet immediately. If they have not locked down every transport, then they will be tracking and monitoring them all. You live at the temple, do you have any connections, or knowledge of where we might secure transport to a different part of the city?" She asked.

"And you as well." Ahnasha responded. She wished she could say more, but she could think of nothing that had not already been said. It was almost depressing that they could do nothing to influence Monderyn. Llarasa seemed to be saying that he was slowly getting better, but what if he ended up reverting back to violence? Ahnasha felt sympathy for Fendros' family, but she could only imagine how much worse it was for Fendros. Ahnasha was an action-oriented individual, and she could not stand the thought of just leaving this situation as is. However, she had to remind herself that interfering might only make it worse. After all, if there was anything that could send Monderyn back to violence, it was seeing Fendros. At the very least, Fendros was able to have some form of closure with his sister. "Just...take care." She finally said, reluctantly deciding to leave the situation alone. --- "Sabine, you are definitely _not_ a child, but..." Meesei began, letting out a small sigh as she lightly placed her hand on Sabine's shoulder. "...your concerns are not baseless. You were put through far more hardship than you ever should have been, and it stopped you from learning some of the things that others would have. But that does not mean you are a child, it just means you will need to work hard to learn what you have been missing. Perhaps now is a good time for me to answer some more of your questions? Oh, and I would not be upset if someone a lot older than you calls you a child. That is simply how some people are. If I were to return to my village, I would wager that the elders would still call _me_ a child." She explained with a supportive grin.

Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- As Ssarak feared, the situation did deteriorate quickly. Fortunately, their intimidation did at least bear some fruit, as two of the guards fled before the fighting could begin. This left their numbers evenly matched, but a fight was now certain. As Ssarak already had his weapon drawn he was ready to react immediately, even if he would rather not fight at all. The robed man tried to claim that he was actually a demonomancer, but there was no way he could convince Ssarak of that. He had felt the pressure against his ward, not to mention how he was influencing Alaira. It was the same kind of misdirection Ssarak might attempt himself, even if it was less subtle and, to Ssarak, less convincing. _"Do not believe him; he is a psychomancer."_ Ssarak warned telepathically to the others just as the guard captain began to rush him. However, he did not know about the illusory demons, so if any of his allies did not trust his word completely, he would not know to convince them that they were not real. Still, given how he was harming Alaira, Ssarak knew that it would be best to attempt to deal with him sooner rather than later. The guard captain's swift charge gave Ssarak little opportunity to deliver a blow himself, as his maul required more time to deliver a full swing than a sword. Despite his rage, the captain at least seemed to be fighting intelligently by closing the gap and preventing Ssarak from using the advantage of reach. Even so, Ssarak was undeterred, as fighting in extreme close quarters was not something he was unfamiliar with. The head of his maul required force to move around its greater mass, but the haft of the weapon could be manipulated fairly quickly, especially while pivoting about its point of balance in the head. Holding his weapon horizontally in front of him, Ssarak quickly moved it down once he saw that the captain was thrusting towards his hand, then snapped it up to clash against the blade with the haft of his weapon, which absorbed the majority of the force from the attack. With his gauntlets protecting his hands, Ssarak was comfortable moving into a counter. Continuing the motion of his initial block, he pushed the haft of the weapon up and to the right, with the head remaining relatively stationary. This pushed the captain's sword out of the way for a moment, giving Ssarak a chance to retaliate. Using the momentum he already had, Ssarak turned his upper body and charged forward, leading with his left shoulder. This meant that most of his body was at an angle to the captain, so his attacks were more likely to deflect off of his armor, rather than imparting the force head-on. He hoped to use his superior strength and sheer body mass to knock the captain over, and give him the advantage.

"Hurt you?" Ahnasha commented, clenching her fists without noticing. The idea that what happened to Fendros would cause him to be so angry made no sense to her. She could understand some anger at the situation, certainly, but to go so far as to hurt a family member? Even if she did not know Llarasa, she was Fendros' sister, so Ahnasha felt herself grow angry as well. "That...I don't understand. He knows the truth; surely he has to realize what would have happened if he stayed. Fendros would certainly be dead, and some of you might have been killed as well. I can understand having anger and sadness at the situation, but..." Ahnasha stopped herself and let out a deep breath. Even if they did want her opinion, it was not truly her place to make any decisions in this situation. "So...you don't think there is anything that can help him?" She asked. --- Now that they had spoken to the guard, they had the rest of the day to do as they pleased. It was an option to see about teaching Sabine more about being on her own in a city, but Meesei was also concerned about the situation with Fendros' sister. They did not have to return immediately, but Meesei did want to at least check back at the inn soon. For the moment, however, Meesei noticed that Sabine seemed notably depressed for an unknown reason. "Is something wrong." Meesei asked.

Ahnasha nodded, then moved from her place on the bed to sit down next to Llarasa. When she picked Rhazii up off her lap to hand her to Llarasa, Rhazii started to giggle, as he was about to be able to fulfill his curiosity. As soon as he was in her arms, Rhazii tried to reach up to grab her face, though his arms were not nearly long enough. Nevertheless, the cub was undeterred as he started to grab at the fabric of her dress. Ahnasha chuckled. "Rhazii has to be the most curious cub in Tamriel. Though...that is probably something every mother says. He always so energetic, in the morning, the afternoon...the middle of the night. I didn't expect parenting to be easy, and he certainly enjoys giving us a challenge. Are you very experienced with children?" She asked. --- "Eh, it happens." The Nord responded in a dismissive tone. "You'd be surprised how many lost children we see in a month. And I can say that pretty much all of them get returned, if not by us, then a concerned citizen, like with you. This is a big place, with thousands and thousands of people moving through it at any time. Kids get lost, and we help find them. We're here to serve the citizens, after all. Not that you should be going around _trying_ to get lost or anything. We do have crimes to deal with. Just stay with your, uh..." The woman began, scrunching up her face as she tried to decide what to call her in relation to Sabine. "...just stay with her."