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There was a lot that Ahnasha could be feeling about the results of the conversation so far. There were questions she could ask, things that she could say, things that she wanted to say. To both Calia, and Monderyn. However, Ahnasha could not feel comfortable simply leaving Fendros’ mother to walk away on her own. If she merely wanted to rest and think, that would be fine, but some of the other details they had heard about her from Llarasa made her worry.
After Calia had stepped out of the room, Ahnasha spoke up quietly. “Maybe…one of us should keep an eye on her for the next few minutes? Make sure she is just going to rest. I understand completely if she just wants a few minutes to herself to think; we’ve just given her quite a lot to think about. But after what you said with that poison…I would just like to be sure she doesn’t do anything else. If I’m concentrating, I could hear anything she is doing from a room or two away.” Ahnasha suggested.
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“That is your choice.” Meesei responded flatly. “You may send word if it ever causes any health issues. And I could devise a way to reduce any discomfort it is causing you. The greatest risk, of course, is the enchantment activating in full. Before I leave the city, I will give you a list of possible symptoms to pay attention to. If you experience them, then it would be best to have it removed. As well, the enchantment can be triggered by a specific word being spoken aloud. The trigger word is ‘redemption’, but spoken in the Daedric tongue. Not something that will be said in any normal conversation, obviously, but you should be aware of it.”
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“Don’t call her my daughter.” Lorag snapped back, as if even the suggestion that she could be was offensive to him. “But even if she was, it wouldn’t matter. I didn’t choose that, and she was the one that made the mistake. Why in Oblivion would that come back on me? I don’t want children, never have. If Harriet couldn’t pay attention to what she was grabbing, that’s on her.”
After Calia had stepped out of the room, Ahnasha spoke up quietly. “Maybe…one of us should keep an eye on her for the next few minutes? Make sure she is just going to rest. I understand completely if she just wants a few minutes to herself to think; we’ve just given her quite a lot to think about. But after what you said with that poison…I would just like to be sure she doesn’t do anything else. If I’m concentrating, I could hear anything she is doing from a room or two away.” Ahnasha suggested.
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“That is your choice.” Meesei responded flatly. “You may send word if it ever causes any health issues. And I could devise a way to reduce any discomfort it is causing you. The greatest risk, of course, is the enchantment activating in full. Before I leave the city, I will give you a list of possible symptoms to pay attention to. If you experience them, then it would be best to have it removed. As well, the enchantment can be triggered by a specific word being spoken aloud. The trigger word is ‘redemption’, but spoken in the Daedric tongue. Not something that will be said in any normal conversation, obviously, but you should be aware of it.”
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“Don’t call her my daughter.” Lorag snapped back, as if even the suggestion that she could be was offensive to him. “But even if she was, it wouldn’t matter. I didn’t choose that, and she was the one that made the mistake. Why in Oblivion would that come back on me? I don’t want children, never have. If Harriet couldn’t pay attention to what she was grabbing, that’s on her.”
Ahnasha was not one to refuse to defend herself, even in this situation. Although, whereas she would usually be much more hostile, she could temper her response in this situation. She had prepared herself for this kind of a response. "And do you believe you can truly make those judgments without really knowing me? We did just meet, after all. I was born in Leyawiin; my parents were modest traders, and, unfortunately for me, devout followers of the Eight. I reluctantly went to chapel with them every week, and grew more and more disillusioned with it all. I had a hard time bringing myself to revere the Aedra in any real sense, though I think even worse was the self-righteousness of some of their followers. Being a follower of the Reclamations in a Cyrodilic city, I am sure you can sympathize. How they will subtly chastise you with a smile on their face for not revering their gods, how they like to work mentions of it into every conversation. It was little wonder that I found Hircine to be more worthy of reverence than them." Ahnasha began, carefully tailoring her words to her audience. Calia, like most Dunmer, was a Daedra worshiper, following the Reclamations. Given how prevalent the worship of the Eight was in Imperial culture, Daedra worshipers tended to feel marginalized. They were often agitated by, or even angered with followers of the Aedra. It was another potential shared experience between herself and Calia.
"Hircine, however...I found his sphere to be both powerful, and honorable. He encourages strength among his followers, without disrupting the natural order of Tamriel. Indeed, his influence follows the natural order of predator and prey. I was granted an audience with an aspect of Hircine himself after I hunted and killed a powerful minotaur." Ahnasha explained. Fortunately for her, there was no particular distaste for Hircine among the Temple of the Reclamations. He was, of course, not worshiped by them, but unlike some other Daedra, he was not considered to be an enemy of Azura, Boethia, or Mephala. he was simply another Daedra, so respect for Hircine and his sphere was not mutually exclusive with the worship of the Reclamations. "Hircine led me to my current pack, just as he led us to Fendros after he was attacked by the feral werewolf, so it was more than simple luck that allowed us to protect you from Fendros' beast spirit after he was attacked. I believe fate may have more for us than simple survival; we are doing good work across Tamriel. Hence how much we have traveled."
Ahnasha elected not to become any more specific immediately, and instead glanced to Fendros. She gave him a look to suggest that they might elaborate on that topic. The fact was that Fendros was not just a lycan. He was a lycan in the pack of Hircine's Champion. For one familiar with the Daedra, like Calia, she would know what that meant. She would know that the leader of their pack had been judged to be the most powerful of Hircine's followers. They had personally had contact with multiple Daedric Princes, including the Reclamation Mephala. Knowing that one of her gods found Ahnasha worthy to speak to directly at one of her shrines could potentially shift Calia's opinion on her. As well, Ahnasha was thinking of a way to frame her pursuit for life extension in a way that would not connect her to necromancy.
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Upon Harriet's request, Meesei's expression become somehow even more serious. "It is within my capability to remove that ring, yes, but you are not asking for something simple, I hope you understand. The ring was not meant to exist within a living person for so long, so it does not surprise me that you have begun to feel it. However, to remove it requires cutting you open once more, which means I will need another healer to keep you stable while I work. And, even though I am the only that created it, there is still some risk to remove it. I do believe with reasonable confidence that I can extract it without triggering the enchantment, but there is still a small possibility of failure. It was, after all, specifically designed not to be removed. So yes, I can take it back, but do not think it to be a trivial matter."
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Lorag kept looking away. He was angry, but at this point, there was no specific reason to believe that he was angry with Janius. However, his response was less than polite. "What's goin' through my head? All the different reasons why that traitor is lying to us. We need to just go in there and put a sword in her gut. No way that child's mine. What does the kid even matter anyway? She killed Jerrick, so she needs to get what she deserves."
"Hircine, however...I found his sphere to be both powerful, and honorable. He encourages strength among his followers, without disrupting the natural order of Tamriel. Indeed, his influence follows the natural order of predator and prey. I was granted an audience with an aspect of Hircine himself after I hunted and killed a powerful minotaur." Ahnasha explained. Fortunately for her, there was no particular distaste for Hircine among the Temple of the Reclamations. He was, of course, not worshiped by them, but unlike some other Daedra, he was not considered to be an enemy of Azura, Boethia, or Mephala. he was simply another Daedra, so respect for Hircine and his sphere was not mutually exclusive with the worship of the Reclamations. "Hircine led me to my current pack, just as he led us to Fendros after he was attacked by the feral werewolf, so it was more than simple luck that allowed us to protect you from Fendros' beast spirit after he was attacked. I believe fate may have more for us than simple survival; we are doing good work across Tamriel. Hence how much we have traveled."
Ahnasha elected not to become any more specific immediately, and instead glanced to Fendros. She gave him a look to suggest that they might elaborate on that topic. The fact was that Fendros was not just a lycan. He was a lycan in the pack of Hircine's Champion. For one familiar with the Daedra, like Calia, she would know what that meant. She would know that the leader of their pack had been judged to be the most powerful of Hircine's followers. They had personally had contact with multiple Daedric Princes, including the Reclamation Mephala. Knowing that one of her gods found Ahnasha worthy to speak to directly at one of her shrines could potentially shift Calia's opinion on her. As well, Ahnasha was thinking of a way to frame her pursuit for life extension in a way that would not connect her to necromancy.
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Upon Harriet's request, Meesei's expression become somehow even more serious. "It is within my capability to remove that ring, yes, but you are not asking for something simple, I hope you understand. The ring was not meant to exist within a living person for so long, so it does not surprise me that you have begun to feel it. However, to remove it requires cutting you open once more, which means I will need another healer to keep you stable while I work. And, even though I am the only that created it, there is still some risk to remove it. I do believe with reasonable confidence that I can extract it without triggering the enchantment, but there is still a small possibility of failure. It was, after all, specifically designed not to be removed. So yes, I can take it back, but do not think it to be a trivial matter."
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Lorag kept looking away. He was angry, but at this point, there was no specific reason to believe that he was angry with Janius. However, his response was less than polite. "What's goin' through my head? All the different reasons why that traitor is lying to us. We need to just go in there and put a sword in her gut. No way that child's mine. What does the kid even matter anyway? She killed Jerrick, so she needs to get what she deserves."
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
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As the gala was beginning, Ssarak supposed that it would be in the best interest of himself and the other students to speak to the important barons attending the event. Here, they were not just students, but rather diplomats. They would be approaching the Djarkel nobility on equal terms, rather than as servants or messengers. It was not a position Ssarak had imagined himself being in before, but he could give off as much confidence as needed to represent the College as an organization of power and authority.
Becoming acquainted with the leaders of the local factions was certainly important, but Ssarak specifically had other responsibilities among the group. Namely, he was their psychomancer, and events like these were a mental battleground. His first task was identifying his foes. With each greeting he received, he was attentive. Rather than prod the mind of every single person in the room, he decided to approach the problem more conservatively. Whenever one of the psychomancers would prod his ward, he would act quickly to follow it to its source, then try to identify them in the crowd. He also used the minds of others, such as Lyn, for the same purpose. She was allowing psychomancers to access a small sliver of her mind, so Ssarak waited. Then, when another psychomancer would find their way in, he would follow it to its source. Ssarak did not think that he could identify them all, but he was finding them one by one.
Through the course of examining his allies mind, Ssarak noticed how the vampire, Keri, was obviously uncomfortable. Moreso than the other students. He would not even need to break into her mind to make that assessment. She was not at home in a large, crowded gala, but unfortunately, she would have to act like she was. Ssarak stepped up alongside her, looking down upon her with an intentionally calm expression. ”We do not have to remain here long, so as long as we remain focused on our task. If you are nervous, stick together with one of us, and be ready with your wards.” He said to her telepathically.
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As the gala was beginning, Ssarak supposed that it would be in the best interest of himself and the other students to speak to the important barons attending the event. Here, they were not just students, but rather diplomats. They would be approaching the Djarkel nobility on equal terms, rather than as servants or messengers. It was not a position Ssarak had imagined himself being in before, but he could give off as much confidence as needed to represent the College as an organization of power and authority.
Becoming acquainted with the leaders of the local factions was certainly important, but Ssarak specifically had other responsibilities among the group. Namely, he was their psychomancer, and events like these were a mental battleground. His first task was identifying his foes. With each greeting he received, he was attentive. Rather than prod the mind of every single person in the room, he decided to approach the problem more conservatively. Whenever one of the psychomancers would prod his ward, he would act quickly to follow it to its source, then try to identify them in the crowd. He also used the minds of others, such as Lyn, for the same purpose. She was allowing psychomancers to access a small sliver of her mind, so Ssarak waited. Then, when another psychomancer would find their way in, he would follow it to its source. Ssarak did not think that he could identify them all, but he was finding them one by one.
Through the course of examining his allies mind, Ssarak noticed how the vampire, Keri, was obviously uncomfortable. Moreso than the other students. He would not even need to break into her mind to make that assessment. She was not at home in a large, crowded gala, but unfortunately, she would have to act like she was. Ssarak stepped up alongside her, looking down upon her with an intentionally calm expression. ”We do not have to remain here long, so as long as we remain focused on our task. If you are nervous, stick together with one of us, and be ready with your wards.” He said to her telepathically.
For as long as Fendros and Calia discussed their souls and the afterlife, Ahnasha was silent, towards Calia at least. However, she recognized that Fendros was not being truthful. Both of their souls were bound to the Hunting Grounds, of that there was no question. Ahnasha knew she had no right to demand that Fendros tell anything to his parents, but in this case, she felt that lie would do more harm than good. Calia seemed unaware of what lycanthropy meant for Fendros’ soul, but that did not mean it would stay that way. There were scholars who researched lycans and published their findings, or even lycans themselves who spread information about their condition. The fact that lycans were bonded to Hircine was not unknown information, and she imagined that someone in the family would be motivated to research them after this. If not Calia, then perhaps Monderyn, or even his father.
Fortunately, the enhanced senses of a lycan meant that Fendros’ ears could pick up even the faintest of whispers from Ahnasha beside him. Calia had not been blind for long enough for her hearing to measurably improve. “You know that’s not true. They will do their research, and they will eventually learn about your soul. You don’t want them to know you lied to them.” Ahnasha whispered, quietly enough for the sound to reach only Fendros in any meaningful way.
As the conversation continued, Ahnasha became increasingly worried for Fendros. She felt that he was becoming afraid to stand up for himself and his convictions. Again, she knew his words were just lies to appease her, but she wondered if that would truly make him happy with this visit. She had told her share of lies to her parents, so she could not demand that he admit anything, but she had also not denounced Fendros right in front of him. She could not help but to be at least somewhat offended that he was not standing up for her or Rhazii. “Fendros…you are your own man. You are not a slave to anyone’s desires. Mine or hers. You need to be very sure this is what you want to say; this is what you want them to think. I can’t make you do anything, and if you have a plan, I’ll be patient. Just…really think about this.”
When the conversation finally moved towards Ahnasha once more, she quickly tried to think of something to say, this time loudly enough for Calia to hear. “I will be entirely honest, I think you’re wrong about me. But, to really be able to say that, I think I just have to ask directly. What do you think about me?”
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Meesei let out a long sigh. “Narsi is innocent in all of this, which is why I hope you do what is right for her. I would not expect you to see me again, unless necessary. I have a difficult time looking at you without feeling the regret of my failure to save Jerrick, but be aware that those watching you will be suspicious, due to your previous ties to Vile. I think that you have seen for yourself how despicable they are. No matter what Vile promises, he will not be merciful to the lycans he coerces into his service, especially you, who have betrayed his agents in the past. If Vile learns of you, he will no doubt seek to use your daughter against you. He will not live up to the promises he makes. If something happens and you do not believe you can keep Narsi safe, I will agree to bring her into a clan’s protection.”
Janius would not have to go far to find Lorag, as he was standing just across the street from the hovel. He saw Janius step outside, but he made a very obvious effort not to make eye contact with him. Lorag could sometimes be difficult to read, but in this case, he was obviously angry, and in deep thought. Internally, he was conflicted, and externally, that showed through frustration. Even as Janius stepped closer, he would not acknowledge him until spoken to directly.
Fortunately, the enhanced senses of a lycan meant that Fendros’ ears could pick up even the faintest of whispers from Ahnasha beside him. Calia had not been blind for long enough for her hearing to measurably improve. “You know that’s not true. They will do their research, and they will eventually learn about your soul. You don’t want them to know you lied to them.” Ahnasha whispered, quietly enough for the sound to reach only Fendros in any meaningful way.
As the conversation continued, Ahnasha became increasingly worried for Fendros. She felt that he was becoming afraid to stand up for himself and his convictions. Again, she knew his words were just lies to appease her, but she wondered if that would truly make him happy with this visit. She had told her share of lies to her parents, so she could not demand that he admit anything, but she had also not denounced Fendros right in front of him. She could not help but to be at least somewhat offended that he was not standing up for her or Rhazii. “Fendros…you are your own man. You are not a slave to anyone’s desires. Mine or hers. You need to be very sure this is what you want to say; this is what you want them to think. I can’t make you do anything, and if you have a plan, I’ll be patient. Just…really think about this.”
When the conversation finally moved towards Ahnasha once more, she quickly tried to think of something to say, this time loudly enough for Calia to hear. “I will be entirely honest, I think you’re wrong about me. But, to really be able to say that, I think I just have to ask directly. What do you think about me?”
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Meesei let out a long sigh. “Narsi is innocent in all of this, which is why I hope you do what is right for her. I would not expect you to see me again, unless necessary. I have a difficult time looking at you without feeling the regret of my failure to save Jerrick, but be aware that those watching you will be suspicious, due to your previous ties to Vile. I think that you have seen for yourself how despicable they are. No matter what Vile promises, he will not be merciful to the lycans he coerces into his service, especially you, who have betrayed his agents in the past. If Vile learns of you, he will no doubt seek to use your daughter against you. He will not live up to the promises he makes. If something happens and you do not believe you can keep Narsi safe, I will agree to bring her into a clan’s protection.”
Janius would not have to go far to find Lorag, as he was standing just across the street from the hovel. He saw Janius step outside, but he made a very obvious effort not to make eye contact with him. Lorag could sometimes be difficult to read, but in this case, he was obviously angry, and in deep thought. Internally, he was conflicted, and externally, that showed through frustration. Even as Janius stepped closer, he would not acknowledge him until spoken to directly.
Ahnasha knew that she should have expected that question, or something similar, in the event that she managed to convince Calia to be at least somewhat accepting of her. Of course, she felt it best to not mention her efforts into life extension. It was technically possible that there were other methods to extend one's life aside from necromancy or vampirism which she did not know about, but in essence, to admit to trying to extend her life was to admit to practicing the dark arts. She would just have to fall back on another explanation.
"I believe we have very different on our lives, Elves and Khajiit. Eighty, a hundred years, those are small parts of your lives, but I would be happy to live that long. Fendros will be able to know that his wife and child have lived long, happy lives. And after that? Well, that is when existence really begins. My body may not last as long as his, but our souls are equally eternal. Just as my life is short to you, even an Elven lifespan is, how to say it...it's like a blink of an eye compared to literal eternity. If, after I am gone, Fendros decides to live his life until we are reunited, then my soul will be waiting for him. If he decides to find someone else in all that time, then I will be content with the time we had. I could not expect him to remain alone for all that time." Ahnasha answered.
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Meesei turned her head to Janius and nodded. "Yes, see if you can talk to him. I do not expect him to be very open, but...just do whatever you can. I will join you shortly."
With her attention back on Harriet, Meesei was had just as harsh of an expression as before. "Be aware that we will be keeping an eye on you. I cannot forgive you for what you have done, and I do not expect many others will either. For your sake, I will not tell those you are meeting who you actually are. Our clan has moved on from Bruma, so you will likely be meeting with people who do not recognize you. You may live your life as you see fit, and as long as you continue to help us, you will be afforded any protection we can give against Vile, if you are discovered. Just do not expect to be welcome in any clan again, barring direct intervention from Hircine himself."
"I believe we have very different on our lives, Elves and Khajiit. Eighty, a hundred years, those are small parts of your lives, but I would be happy to live that long. Fendros will be able to know that his wife and child have lived long, happy lives. And after that? Well, that is when existence really begins. My body may not last as long as his, but our souls are equally eternal. Just as my life is short to you, even an Elven lifespan is, how to say it...it's like a blink of an eye compared to literal eternity. If, after I am gone, Fendros decides to live his life until we are reunited, then my soul will be waiting for him. If he decides to find someone else in all that time, then I will be content with the time we had. I could not expect him to remain alone for all that time." Ahnasha answered.
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Meesei turned her head to Janius and nodded. "Yes, see if you can talk to him. I do not expect him to be very open, but...just do whatever you can. I will join you shortly."
With her attention back on Harriet, Meesei was had just as harsh of an expression as before. "Be aware that we will be keeping an eye on you. I cannot forgive you for what you have done, and I do not expect many others will either. For your sake, I will not tell those you are meeting who you actually are. Our clan has moved on from Bruma, so you will likely be meeting with people who do not recognize you. You may live your life as you see fit, and as long as you continue to help us, you will be afforded any protection we can give against Vile, if you are discovered. Just do not expect to be welcome in any clan again, barring direct intervention from Hircine himself."
For Ahnasha, she decided to continue with what she had intended to say, regardless of what Calia was saying. Between the bits of Dunmeris she could recognize and what Fendros had clarified, she knew what Calia was saying, but she did not care. “I knew this would not be easy, for you or for us. It is not usual for lycans to return to their families, and I know that our situation is not usual for you. But, this was the only thing to do that seemed right to us, no matter how hard it was. I remember when our son was in danger. We had been forced to leave him in the care of another and...a fire started. I remember rushing back with the fire all around me, but I don't remember the heat. I don't remember the pain or the burns. All I remember was devoting every single fiber of my being to reaching Rhazii and making sure he was safe. I think someone had to pull me away from the fire once I had him in my arms, because all I wanted to do was to hug him. I don't think I really understood before then what it meant to be a parent; to be a mother. When you have a child, they become your world. You still have all the other parts of your life, but they stop holding the importance you thought they used to. You love them unconditionally, before anything and everything else. I had heard people say those kinds of things about being a parent before, but after that point, I felt it as an undeniable truth. I think that's what caused me to want to do all of this; to return to my family, and to Fendros'. I felt what my parents felt when they lost me, and I couldn't stand it. I knew that any amount of suffering I had to endure would be worth it for you to know that your son is safe."
After she finished speaking, Ahnasha remained silent to allow time for Calia to think. She just hoped that her words had been enough to speak to the shared experiences between them.
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"I will make note of that." Meesei responded. "We will send you enough gold to accomplish your tasks, so as long as you continue to carry them out adequately. You need not worry about impoverishing yourself to complete them."
As for Lorag, Meesei was just as uncertain as Harriet of what to do about him. Compared to others, he could be a more difficult person to speak to, as he was not exactly keen on opening up, even to her. "I am uncertain about Lorag. This is somewhat...unprecedented with him. Considering that he does not have any investment in his daughter, and he does not hold a high opinion of you, I would not expect him to pursue any involvement with her. His mental well-being is what I am concerned about. I expect he will keep his feelings contained inside himself, as he usually does, but I do not know if he will be able to ignore them so easily. We will need to speak to him."
After she finished speaking, Ahnasha remained silent to allow time for Calia to think. She just hoped that her words had been enough to speak to the shared experiences between them.
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"I will make note of that." Meesei responded. "We will send you enough gold to accomplish your tasks, so as long as you continue to carry them out adequately. You need not worry about impoverishing yourself to complete them."
As for Lorag, Meesei was just as uncertain as Harriet of what to do about him. Compared to others, he could be a more difficult person to speak to, as he was not exactly keen on opening up, even to her. "I am uncertain about Lorag. This is somewhat...unprecedented with him. Considering that he does not have any investment in his daughter, and he does not hold a high opinion of you, I would not expect him to pursue any involvement with her. His mental well-being is what I am concerned about. I expect he will keep his feelings contained inside himself, as he usually does, but I do not know if he will be able to ignore them so easily. We will need to speak to him."
I forget if Ahnasha has made any attempt to learn any Dunmeris. I think I remember Fendros doing so for Ta'agra, but I'm not certain if I'm mixing things up.
Is it your birthday? If so, happy birthday, if not Skype lies.
Again, Ahnasha expected that Fendros would need to be the one primarily who spoke to his mother, but she felt more confident to speak now than she did before. Now that she had a better feel for the people around them, and Fendros' father was not present, she could add her own input when she felt it was necessary. There was a way that she felt that she might be able to relate to Calia, but first, there was something she could say that might help to excuse Fendros to them.
"There is another reason Fendros did not come here to stay, aside from our marriage." Ahnasha began. "For your own protection, I should avoid telling you too many specifics, but we are in danger, particularly in the cities. There is a group intent on hunting us; on hunting lycans. We are experienced with keeping ourselves hidden away from society, so we can keep ourselves safe there. But elsewhere...they now have ways of picking us out from non-lycans. We can visit cities, but to live in them, it would be too difficult to stay safe." She explained. Of course, she did not want to share every detail of their war with Vile. She wanted to make sure to give the impression that Fendros could be safe in the wilderness to keep Calia from worrying about Fendros after they left.
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"If so, then the first detail you may wish to keep an eye on is the city's water supply." Meesei warned. "If the enemy finds a way to get the liquid form of their weapon into the water then they could kill every lycan in a city without the rest of the population even being aware. It is doubtful that the city guard would simply allow them to release their gas into the air among the people, but they can use their weapon indiscriminately in any way that is undetectable. Here in Cheydinhal specifically, it will likely be quite a while before the enemy has any presence here. We have never operated in any meaningful way in this area, so if the enemy has competent information gatherers, they will not check here first. We dealt them a heavy blow when we discovered their weapon a few months ago, but they will recover eventually. I will have our alchemists create a method to test for their weapon in the water, and distribute it to all of our lycans working within society. Until then, be cautious."
Lorag, meanwhile, faced away from the others and spoke up somewhat softly. "I just can't believe all this." He said before finally heading out the door and slamming it behind him. He obviously was not easily coming to terms with what he had learned.
"There is another reason Fendros did not come here to stay, aside from our marriage." Ahnasha began. "For your own protection, I should avoid telling you too many specifics, but we are in danger, particularly in the cities. There is a group intent on hunting us; on hunting lycans. We are experienced with keeping ourselves hidden away from society, so we can keep ourselves safe there. But elsewhere...they now have ways of picking us out from non-lycans. We can visit cities, but to live in them, it would be too difficult to stay safe." She explained. Of course, she did not want to share every detail of their war with Vile. She wanted to make sure to give the impression that Fendros could be safe in the wilderness to keep Calia from worrying about Fendros after they left.
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"If so, then the first detail you may wish to keep an eye on is the city's water supply." Meesei warned. "If the enemy finds a way to get the liquid form of their weapon into the water then they could kill every lycan in a city without the rest of the population even being aware. It is doubtful that the city guard would simply allow them to release their gas into the air among the people, but they can use their weapon indiscriminately in any way that is undetectable. Here in Cheydinhal specifically, it will likely be quite a while before the enemy has any presence here. We have never operated in any meaningful way in this area, so if the enemy has competent information gatherers, they will not check here first. We dealt them a heavy blow when we discovered their weapon a few months ago, but they will recover eventually. I will have our alchemists create a method to test for their weapon in the water, and distribute it to all of our lycans working within society. Until then, be cautious."
Lorag, meanwhile, faced away from the others and spoke up somewhat softly. "I just can't believe all this." He said before finally heading out the door and slamming it behind him. He obviously was not easily coming to terms with what he had learned.
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