"Carnassus." The lycan took Niariels hand. "Now, I'm starving so..."<br/><br/>He ambled past shortly after that.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>"Ms. Fexiryn, learning is of the utmost importance to me," Sehrab began. "While you might think my intentions to be dark or even rebellious, I merely wish to express my rights for social disobediance. Something that you could get into a lot of trouble for if you were to punish me because of it..." "...Weapon? Of course. There are dangerous people here." He threw a look at Tyr. "You can't punish me for... taking precautions against harm."<br/><br/>"As for rooming, I'd love to stay with another brother. You know, a lycan. If not that, alone or with Ms. Altair would be fine."<br/><br/>His manners were crude at best, but well put off. They seemed refined although mysteriously lacking in some defining quality that made good men appear good. It was that which he lacked which made him dangerous. For what filled that void could only be madness.