Smiling at the amusing mental image that Ahnasha placed in Fendros' mind, he followed her out towards Cheydinhal. "I don't think I would like to continue the habit of pilfering drinks from the winery. Beforehand it was just my brother and I putting aside discards, or entering a lower number in the ledger here and there," Fendros said, "I would also like to keep away from the winery, in general, as much as I can."

The two kept a fairly consistent pace through the woods. Brisk, but not hurried. It wasn't long before they reached parts of the woods where Fendros began to find his surroundings familiar. "Did you have any brothers or sisters, Ahnasha? Before you were turned, I mean." Fendros asked to make conversation.