Muttonhawk

New Game Plus (MuttonHawk and Ontos)

Cassarah even went as far as to pull on the side of her cowl that was facing the two guards. If she was lucky, she wouldn't be stopped. Her heart sunk and her pace quickened as she heard the footsteps of one of them approaching. She didn't need to deal with this right now, she just had to be on her way to see that damned wise woman. Then he said something that stopped Cassarah in her tracks. Her staff hovered over the ground right before it was going to land again. This was too strange to ignore now. She slowly turned her head, one eye spied the guard with brow that spoke of equal curiosity and anger. She turned the rest of her body until she saw the man with both her eyes and looked at him with her head angled to one side. She hardly heeded him tripping over his own words as she gave her own response, slowly and with menace. "What did you just call me?" The tip of her staff began to glow faintly as she prepared to flash the guard's eyes to disorient him if he made any sudden moves. The only one who ever called her 'Cass' was her riding instructor. He died two years ago. The guard appeared to be having trouble even speaking at this point, so Cass threw another question at him. "Who the hell are you?"

New Game Plus (MuttonHawk and Ontos)

Arcus...the village of Arcus...Why did my mother always insist that these kinds of villages are smelly? Cassarah thought idly while she walked down the dirt road through the main street, If anything, cities are worse. Filth everywhere... She stepped over a fresh pile of horse dung reflexively after almost stepping it, momentarily reconsidering her opinion. I suppose there are similarities. Cassarah decided to keep an eye to the ground as well as the buildings around her for further obstacles. She was looking for a wise woman who apparently eyewitness to a large form of demon from a raid decades ago. No one had really gone out of their way to document the demon, so Cassarah had been following its trail for a while. Thankfully, no difficult institutions had caught wind yet. All she would need to do after this was take her material back to Savoyard and add the extra chapter to her secret treatise. It was really a shame that she could not gather more information, let alone see the demons for herself. Unfortunately, it soon became clear that the directions Cassarah was provided to find the wise woman were too ambiguous to follow. She wandered around for too long, wasting much of the day. Once she had looped back to the market for the third time, she sighed and resigned herself to asking directions. There was a guard nearby patrolling for pickpockets that would do. She tapped the man on the shoulder and he turned to reveal a thick moustache sticking out from the front of his helmet. "Can I help you, miss?" He said in a friendly enough voice. "I was wondering if you could help me find a residence," Cassarah said with an impatient frown at her lack of progress today. The guard blinked and nodded despite Cassarah's expression. "Of course, who are you trying to find?" Cassarah managed to cover her surprise at these villagers knowing where everyone is. She wasn't used to small towns. "A wise woman by the name of Sheera? I believe she reads fortunes." "Oh, that old goat? She's got her hovel not too far from here, what you have to do is follow the road until..." The guard continued pointing and gesturing while he gave directions. Cassarah took it all in, but caught the eyes of another pair of guards watching on. One of them in particular seemed to be giving her the strangest of looks. After she had received the information she needed, she nodded curtly to the guard and started on her way. She pulled up her cowl while she walked past the guards. She hoped they had not caught wind of her business here.

New Game Plus (MuttonHawk and Ontos)

Hey. Sorry, I was busy earlier today with other RPs and a bunch of other stuff. Was there anything you needed me to do before we got started? Anything you wanted to discuss? I can see Sam might be taking out some revengeance against these demons in the future X)

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Gallus stopped and put his hands on his hips, looking up at the welkynd stones. "Well, the whole canal was frozen solid when we found it. Everyone figured that it was some kind of water source that flowed at some point, so Darahil took a look at it. I don't exactly know what he did, but he used some magic on those pillars and the stones started to glow a little less. After about a day, the water was flowing again. At first we thought he had activated a slumbering volcano underneath the surface, but the water is pure and tasteless. Not only that..." Gallus stepped up to the edge of the stream, knelt down, and dipped his hand in. He got up and showed his hand steaming. He wasn't burning, but the effect was communicated, "...the magic in the pillars keeps it between warm and tepid. Not quite like a hot spring, but much better than the cold outside. If you're thirsty, come here." Gallus turned around to leave, as there wasn't much else in the room, but he stifled a laugh on their way out. "You know, washing up in this place is probably better than most places in Tamriel. We even picked up an initiate who knew how to make soap out of all the carcasses we go through. Not bad for a bunch of lycans, huh? Especially with this ahead." Gallus took them to the chamber on their right as they exited the pillar room, it was the chamber with many the many voices coming from it. What they entered to see was another large chamber, not quite as large as the hub, but still enough to fit many people. About a third of the chamber was walkable stone, while the rest was flooded nearly to the point of spilling over the stone. There were a couple of staircases into the water from the floor, where some people were entering and exiting the water. As was common with lycans, nudity did not seem to have impact. Most of the noise was echoing from a group of children playing on the far end of the pool and causing most of the ripples. There were a few benches skirting the wall where people were scrubbing themselves or getting dressed as well. "Now you probably don't want to drink the water here. We've used it to bathe for long enough that those that can dive down to the bottom tell tales of a soft sludge forming on the floor." Gallus let out a laugh, "We didn't even think this was a bath chamber until Darahil thawed the canal. It still might not be and we simply flooded this place due to the drain here caving in ages ago." Gallus pointed to the far end of the pool, where excess water was spilling into an opening in the wall at about the rate that it was flowing in, "You can see that there's another drain, obviously the builders of this place thought ahead far enough, but a lot of gunk stays around deeper down. We haven't worked out how to drain and clean it properly. Still good for cleaning yourself, though." Gallus nudged Tzirret and chuckled, causing the boy to tense up even more, "I remember when we first brought Tzirret in. He had so much dirt on him, we didn't even know his fur was grey until we threw him in here. Remember that, kid?" Tzirret blinked, but didn't look up. "Yes," he mumbled, clearly less enthused than Gallus, "I remember." "Ah, he's just shy 'cos he doesn't speak much Cyrodilic. Well, that and he's always been afraid of anything to do with Hircine. It was to do with how he was turned." Gallus roughly brought his arm around Tzirret's shoulder and pushed their sides together, "Meesei and her pack aren't going to hurt you. Loosen up, already." Despite the encouragement, Tzirret respond with an annoyed glance at Gallus and a few words. "Do not say this!" he hissed quietly, slightly embarrassed. Fendros and Janius seemed too distracted by the amazing warm pool in front of them to pay heed to Gallus and Tzirret right now. The last thing they expected to find in such a place was a public bath. Sabine, however, felt sympathy for the Khajiit. She wasn't sure that it was appropriate to comfort him, though. He was still technically a stranger.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Of course. We have a meeting to finish up, ourselves." Jerrick craned his head upwards as Vera and two more figures came into the light. Vera walked straight back to her seat and placed her hands on her lap, giving a smile and a confirming nod to the pack's new guides.

One was an Imperial man who looked about Fendros' age. He had black hair and a clean shaven face, but stood a hand shorter than Fendros. He seemed relaxed and held himself casually. The other was shorter. A grey furred Khajiit Suthay-Raht boy, in fact. Perhaps slightly younger than Sabine. He was the opposite of the Imperial; tense, cringed in anxiety, and seemingly unable to make eye contact with anyone. The Imperial was the one to speak, "So this is the champion's pack, huh? Didn't expect you to all look so young."

Oswall glared at the Imperial. "Have more respect, Gallus. This is the champion of Hircine you're talking to!" Oswall gave an apologetic look to Meesei, "I am sorry about my son's behaviour. His mother raised him as a...free spirit."

Gallus simply laughed, "Relax, father! It wasn't meant to be an insult." He shook his head dismissively of the subject, then threw a finger towards the child, "this is Tzirret. He's my charge." Gallus then tossed his palm up in a gesture to follow, "Come with me, I'll show you all around."

While the pack got up, Jerrick saw them off. "Don't hesitate to ask if you need anything. Meesei, I'll catch you up to speed properly later tonight. Make yourselves at home, now."

Once the door to the dining room behind them was closed, Gallus wasted no time in beginning the introductions to the ruins while Tzirret followed quietly and closely behind him. "So, we have a big place here. It's much warmer than the shanty camps and roomier than the caves we lived in a while ago. I was a kid back then, though, so I don't remember much. The smart guys that study this place have a name for it...Vahere...Veahiliec? Something like that. Everyone just calls it home, though." The pack walked across the mezzanine that looked over the cooking area again, Gallus kept a steady pace. "I don't know how many people we have here. Probably nearing two hundred now. It's lucky we found this place, or some would be freezing to death. I've never seen so many lycans in one place before. No one really knows why there are so many now."

The pack was lead back to the main chamber, where a combat demonstration between two transformed werewolves was taking place, commentated by an instructor to all the students watching. "Here's a kind of hub room. There are passages to most places from here. We use the middle for classes like this because of the strong magic light. Those people watching from the sides have charges of their own that they're looking after."

When the pack moved on, there was a moment to ask Gallus some questions while they walked. Fendros was the first to speak up. "Excuse me, Gallus. You're Oswall's son, right? Does that mean you were born a lycan?"

"Yep." Gallus responded energetically, "I mean, I didn't start transforming until I was a teenager, but mother was a lycan when I was born. In a place like this, there are more people born as lycans than you might think." Gallus glanced to Ahnasha and Rhazii, "That the same for the bundle you have there, miss...?"

The corridor and stairs to the next room appeared far enough away that there was time for another question as well as introductions.

New Game Plus (MuttonHawk and Ontos)

Here's my character as a draft. She's likely to change as the story progresses. Tell me what you think. Did you want to go with the whole 'together in the original timeline' thing? Name: Cassarah Vincent Gender: Female Age: 18 Race: Human Appearance/Image:

Cassarah

Cassarah stands roughly 165 cm tall, wears plain dresses on her thin, bordering on gaunt, figure. Her magic is channelled through an ornate ash wood staff that stands as tall as she is. Bio: Cassarah has been a scholarly type virtually all her life. She was raised with a Lorisian family well-off enough to have her nose buried in books and scrolls in every waking moment. She would read about all manner of things; stories, religious texts, history. Much to her parents' dismay, training to become a proper lady and attending social events with the rest of the well-to-do folk was always seen as a chore to be put off. Since the age of fourteen, her marital prospects were seen as something of a lost cause with her reclusiveness. It took less persuasion than she anticipated to demonstrate what she had learned of magic and to be sent off across the sea Savoyard's foremost university. The first year of Cassarah's studies had her excel and become rapidly accepted in the academic community. She seemed to pick up more magic like she had done so in a previous life. After a while, one particularly fascinating subject caught her eye after exploring the vast library. The demon lands. At first, her study was secretive, as the religious influence on the world made demons a taboo subject due to the way they worship. After three years, she was eventually found out. Fortunately, she managed not to get kicked out just yet, but her reputation has been forever stained by the incident and she is shamed by half the academics that she meets. The unfortunate conclusion of the situation is that Cassarah may be one of the few qualified demonologists in the entire realm. That doesn't mean that she hasn't stopped researching in private. Personality: Those meeting Cassarah under normal circumstances would meet a girl who is somewhat quiet and withdrawn. She will talk if she has to, but would rather be doing something else. Cassarah has plenty of patience when she is on her own. When there's peace and quiet, she can fly through hours at utmost efficiency at almost any task she puts herself to. When she does it her way, with her rules, she is unstoppable. Any distraction, though, whether it is a chirping bird, a sweeping broom, or worst of all, a pair of chattering gossipers, puts her at unease. She can't get comfortable and swiftly becomes angry. This means that she tends not to suffer the presence of others for longer than she wants. However, this doesn't mean she is beyond caring. She becomes wilfully passionate about the objectives she sets herself, and seeks to complete them despite what frustrations or obstacles lie in her path. This unfortunately means that she hasn't learned to protect others from her own stubborn wrath, even if they are her friends. Virtually all of Cassarah's other expressions of emotion tend to be locked away behind experiences of scolding parents, maids, and governesses, to the point where she seems cold to most people. It is a mechanism for her to keep focus and control of situations, whether it works or not.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"She could smash a rat over a mountain with her mace," Janius added, trying to encourage Kaleeth, seeing as he had been the one teaching her most of the time. When attention came to him, he answered honestly as well. "I'm Janius, I was taught by the Fighters Guild before being turned. I can handle myself well enough with an axe and shield, but I know a little magic to use in a fight as well." Fendros raised a hand in greeting and managed a small smile before he spoke. "My name is Fendros. I am similar to Janius, except I use a sword, I am not good with magic, I use light armour, and I'm a much better shot with an arrow than him." He gave Janius a sideways glance, "And I can beat him in a fight." "Hey!" Janius leaned forward and smiled in protest, "I'll prove that otherwise any time you want, Dunmer." Fendros grinned, but didn't chase it any further. There were other matters at hand. There was a silence as everyone turned to Sabine, easily the smallest person present beyond Rhazii. The attention made her a little apprehensive, but after a nudge on the side from Fendros, she did her best. "My name is Sabine. I make potions...and I sling rocks. Meesei is teaching me magic, but I haven't used it in a fight before. I don't think I'm ready to." Sabine looked at her knees awkwardly, not knowing what else to mention. "Sabine is also the most agile of us all in Lycan form. If a rabbit was a predator, she would probably be a wererabbit," Fendros said, not trying to be humorous, but in a comfortable mood. Sabine furrowed her brow and looked at Fendros, confused and slighted. "I'm not a rabbit," She declared. Jerrick chuckled and gestured downwards with his palm. "Alright, good. I think you'll prove very useful, I'm glad to have you all with us." He didn't speak threateningly in his response, but carried authority, "Now, before I let you go amongst everyone else, I want to lay down a few ground rules that we have here at home. Most are common sense, or what you probably already live by, but this is a big pack, so we have to be clear." Jerrick held up one finger, "Rule one, what your higher-ups say, goes. For you, that would just be your alpha, Meesei. Obvious, right? "Rule two, if you have a problem with someone, you take it up with the one up the rank from you, for you people again, it would be your alpha. Meesei, you would need to talk to the one up the rank from a problem person if it comes to that. I think people will respect Hircine's champion. If they don't, take it up with me. "Rule three, if you damage something, you work to replace it however you can. We share things here, everyone takes responsibility. "Rule four, treat your packmates with the utmost respect. This goes for everyone living here. You may not be in our clan, but if you live with us, you'll be family just like everyone else. "Rule five, contribute to the pack. This might be hunting, tending to the livestock we have here, cleaning, crafting, digging, whatever. All of you are guests, so don't feel pressured. You're going to be helping us anyway. "Rule six, always leave enough food for others. Our instincts tell us that the dominant ones get the biggest shares, but we'll have no starving here. Eat your equal share unless you're out hunting in lycan form, and be considerate of those around you. "Finally, rule seven, perhaps the most important rule if you want to live with us. Use the latrine when inside, no exceptions. "If you don't follow these rules, you don't live with us, it's that simple. We also have some unofficial things, like if you've lived with us for a while, you have to buddy up with an initiate every now and again. This ensures that the initiate has a mentor, help if they're having trouble with their condition or integration into the pack, and is also a safety measure if they transform out of turn. Another little rule is that every pack in our clan rotates duties with hunting, watching the town, patrolling, and other jobs. Anders' pack, the one who brought you up here, was having its turn in Bruma. They'll be there until the end of the week. Other things will be covered by the person that shows you around, but if you have more questions," Jerrick held his hands out in front of him, "don't hesitate to ask." Jerrick addressed his wife quickly, "Vera, could you quickly find someone to give Meesei's pack a tour and a place to set up their beds?" Vera smiled and stood up, "Of course." She strode briskly to the door. "Actually, I have a question for the champion." Oswall started, leaning his hands on his knees with his elbows pointed either side of him, "How did you find and kill that slayer Orc? There are plenty of tall tales around, but no one ever says they heard it from you." "Surely there are more important things to be discussing right now, Oswall," Darahil commented, his head bowed forward slightly and looking sideways at the old Nord with his same cold expression. "I'll not hear your protest, Darahil. Epic tales are always worth hearing!" Oswall retorted, holding his white bearded head up high. Jerrick had to speak over them again. "It's alright. You can regale us with tales later if you or your pack would rather have more answers from us, Meesei."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Very well," Jerrick nodded understandingly, "I have been alpha of the...clan for eight years now, I have been a pack leader for longer. I took over from the previous Alpha, Darok Gro-Zenken, when he died of old age. Call him a strange Orc for that, but he was wise leader and I learned a lot from him. People management, diplomacy, respect, not to mention swordplay. I have also learned some magic from Darahil, enough to defend myself, but it is not my speciality. Really, with a pack this big, I do a lot more talking than fighting anyway." Oswall was nearest, so he started next after Jerrick looked at him and gave him a nod.

"I am the best fighter and tactician in this entire pack, in wolf form and in Nord form!" Oswall said triumphantly, grinning and holding a fist up, "I have been a lieutenant for twenty five years and have taught young lycans all I know for even longer. Jerrick and Darok were better leaders, however, so I have stayed in my position. But, if we ever lead large attacks or have to defend our home, I'm in charge."

"He says he's the best fighter, but I would prove him wrong." Harriet started with a mischievous grin.

Oswall did not seem to react well. His expression became cross and red. "That was only once..."

"You haven't fought me since. Are you scared, old man?" Harriet's mischief turned to the serious side. Perhaps browbeating was common between them.

"Harriet, enough." Jerrick's voice was firm stopped them before the situation escalated, "Answer Meesei's question."

Harriet sighed through her nose, disappointed at losing the prospect of a fight. "Alright, alright." She looked at Meesei casually, pointing a thumb at her chest, "I've been a lieutenant for eight years now. I teach fighting as well, but also control techniques. They also need a woman on the team to stop these guys making bad decisions all the time. The job became easier since Vera came aboard."

Vera was prompted to speak next. Her tone was softer than the others. "I was made a lieutenant seven years ago to replace Najirra the illusionist when he retired. I manage the groups that look after the younger initiates and help to give them a generalised education. Reading, writing, counting. There are more infected children than natural born lycans these days, but all have a place here." She smiled tightly for a moment, then raised her brow, "And before you think I was brought up because of my relationship with Jerrick-" Jerrick rolled his eyes and huffed while Vera spoke, as if the words were unnecessary, "-I will say that we were only married five years ago. We didn't even get to know each other before I was put in this position."

"Vera dear," Jerrick said with a falsely annoyed tone, "You know people don't think that. You don't have to worry."

"Come now, how wouldn't they know? They have never been here before, have you?" Vera faced Meesei's pack.

Jerrick shook his head and chuckled, "Never mind, let's move on. Darahil?"

The high-elf's expression had barely changed since Meesei's pack arrived. He hadn't said a word, either. When he spoke, it seemed devoid of any humour, but didn't particularly display the usual arrogant inflections of a self centred Altmer. "I have taught magic in this pack since it was founded, two hundred and forty years ago. I have been a lieutenant and advisor for one hundred and thirteen years. I am the foremost mage and lorekeeper in this place. I was leader for thirty three years before I stepped down to be a lieutenant again. I am a better advisor than ultimate decision maker."

Knowing that Darahil generally didn't say much more, Jerrick began again to share some more facts about the inner circle. "Each of the lieutenants, in addition to exercising their skills, lead a number of packs so authority can be divided into more manageable groups. It's sort of like a military, but not everyone is expected to fight. The division of power means that the little things don't all fall to me and we can still stay somewhat organised. It has the added effect of collected groups being more willing to find a new home as an independent pack when they're ready. It's been especially important in the last few months with the increase in initiates."

Jerrick weaved his fingers together and cracked them in front of him while directing a similar request to Meesei. "So, what are the roles in your pack, champion? It would help to make use of your collective skills to the fullest."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Jerrick seemed contemplative and nodded when Meesei described the new relations with Molag Bal. It was as if he was trying to decide whether it was good news or not. He at least seemed satisfied with Meesei's answer enough to answer her question as well. "Well, he told me about a fortnight ago that there was a threat to the pack from outside - though I suppose clan is more appropriate for our size now. He said that our clan had a role to play in the war and it was important enough that he would be sending assistance. I figured it would be the champion as word had reached my ears that the nameless slayer Orc had himself been killed. Well, here you are." Jerrick sat up straight in his chair while he continued. Oswall reached over to grab at a piece of the meal he had been eating and resuming on it, but he was quiet enough that it didn't interrupt. Jerrick seemed more serious now, "Let me tell you of the situation we do know. Most of the contact we have had with Vile has been pre-emptive. They know we are in the mountains, but they do not find us first, and once they are identified it is normally a matter of ambushing them. In the last six months we have killed about five groups of cultists. The last one we killed was a week ago, actually. It might have even been the group you were talking about. These ones were different, however. Harriet here led the attack," Jerrick looked to the Orc woman who had been sitting with one foot over her knee, she placed both feet on the floor when she was addressed, "Tell them what you told us, Harriet." Harriet dipped her head to one side and seemed nonchalant about the matter. "Well first off these ones were on one of the mountain paths and were following tracks from one of our hunting parties. They were making more progress than the others, maybe even would have found our cave if they kept going. These ones went down in an ambush, like the others, but they were more powerful, more sure of themselves. A couple even managed to escape with their lives, though only with some serious magical power helping them to escape. We've had people tracking them, but they're holed up somewhere that we can't find." Jerrick looked to Meesei again. "We've still got people looking for them, but right now we have to keep an eye everywhere. It might be that they got some of our blood and might be infiltrating us with some werewolf initiates." Jerrick sighed and he looked down, seemingly disappointed, "It gets difficult when you can't trust the people that you want to help, these new lycans, especially with so many of them. Really, your presence here will help immensely, because if there is anyone that I need, it's trustworthy folk. You and your pack may stay as long as you like and as long as we can feed you, I'll be able to put you to good use in our investigations. First of all, though, do you have any questions about the pack...or the clan, I'll have to make a habit to start saying that...anything at all? Life here is different than in most packs, as you can probably tell. Someone could give you a tour if you like." Fendros, Janius, and Sabine kept quiet for now. They didn't want to speak over Meesei and they still weren't exactly sure what to make of Jerrick and his hideout full of lycans.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Jerrick simply smiled at Meesei's suggestion that it was Hircine that had informed him of her arrival. The request for more privacy was acted upon promptly. "Of course. Anders, how's the weather outside?" Jerrick turned to their escort. "A blizzard has picked up, sir." The dark haired Nord responded. "Do you have enough people in Bruma to deal with any more issues?" The Nord nodded, "Yes sir. Barring another escort like this required, of course." "You and your pack had better stay the night then, Anders. You can head back down for the rest of your time in town once the weather improves." Jerrick's tone didn't exactly sound like an order, but Anders' attentiveness appeared to indicate that Jerrick carried an appropriate amount of respect. "You may go," Jerrick said finally. Anders nodded firmly and turned to leave. "Come along everyone, let's get our bones warmed up," he said, gesturing to the rest of his accompanying pack to follow him out. Everyone stood silent until the clearly man-made door closed the chamber at the staircase. The only sound was from Rhazii babbling at nothing in particular. Jerrick began again, holding a serious expression but not having shifted at all. "Right, now we may talk. There are some spare chairs over there," Jerrick gestured to a row of wooden seats that had been put to the side, "There's not much room around the table, but it's best that we talk comfortably, and as equals. Everyone collect one, if you will." He turned to his lieutenants, "Let's make a bit more space." It took half a minute to get everyone roughly ordered around the table. As Ahnasha was carrying Rhazii, Fendros brought up two chairs. Oswall saw fit to talk while he shifted his own seat, "You never spoke to us of any new communion with Hircine. What did he say?" "I was going to bring it up soon, but I wanted to know if the champion would come. I will address it soon." Jerrick replied calmly. They all had to admit that sitting down after such a trek up the mountain was a relief. Now everyone sat a short distance from the central table, but the closeness made the meeting seem more like a friendly communion. Jerrick was clearly trying more to be respectful than dominant. It spoke of experience in dealing with other lycan leaders. Janius wasn't fooled by it, he knew they were outnumbered here and there was little chance of fighting their way out. Jerrick didn't appear to want things to break out into a fight anyway. "Now," Jerrick announced, looking to Meesei with a friendly smile, "What Hircine informed me was not completely clear in the context. You would know as much as I do that he speaks only of what we need to know. Before I say what he said to me, I need you to tell me what he said to bring you and your pack here, Meesei." "You heard Anders. It was a threat! She's here to fight something alongside us!" Oswall blurted out of turn, "Likely some more of Vile's cowards." "We can deal with any more of those runts," Harriet said with less volume, but the same confidence while she put away the sword in her hand, "They hardly put up a fight last time." Jerrick looked at Oswall and Harriet sideways with a frown, but still responded with patience. "Calm yourselves, you two. I would hear it from Meesei's own mouth." Jerrick's words were all that was required to silence them. He looked back to Meesei and leaned forward in his chair expectantly.