Fendros nodded. There was a degree of concern whether alcohol would exacerbate the lycanthropy, but knowing that he probably wouldn't transform again today was a comfort. There wasn't much else that Fendros was curious about on the way back to camp, so he remained fairly quiet. He would have to keep note of the detail of the moons, he wasn't sure whether that was true until then.

Returning to camp, they were greeted by Sabine staring at them from a tree branch. He heavily suspected that Lorag was no more than a fraction of a second from ambushing them.