Arcaeus' eyes were fixed on Janelle as she slowly licked the remaining oatmeal from her finger. He once again felt himself stirring.<span style="font-style: italic">Curse this women. I need to keep myself under control.</span>he thought to himself, almost saying it out loud, catching it at the last minute. " I have someone I need to speak to about something. Concerning something ancient. And we can certainly go get your pack. I have all I need. We'll be heading to the town of Moesbe, near the edge of the forest. Every now and then a hunter will venture in here. But never this deep."<br/><br/>Arcaeus hesitated, not sure if he should ask the question. He decided to delve onward. "I have a question before we leave. Will you tell me what you are? Or are you going to continue with the 'I'm just a wandering human' charade? Tell me or not, we will still be going to Moesbe." he said, once again awaiting her answer with a curious nervousness, watching her lick the oatmeal on her lips.<br/><br/>He picks out some salted meat from his dry storage and begins gnawing on it as he studies her figure.