Children.  For a moment, he bristled - he was old enough to be out on his own!  Full twenty winters had passed in his memory, and he no longer sought the shelter of his sire's territory.  The observant might notice that the shaggy mop of hair fluffed up just a bit before the dark one realized that this human was referring to the woman next to him as well - and possibly the hooded figure nearby.  Another form of address, from an elder to a younger.  Customs.<br/><br/>He relaxed a little and paid more attention.  "This Lord - ist he from - whence you are from?"  He was indeed interested in learning more, although the talk of Paths was still little more than an abstraction to him.  A Path was a way to go, as he grasped the concept, but the idea of deity was unfamiliar.  His instinct was to assume that this 'Path Lord' was another, more powerful human.  "Ist he a  - sovereign of Feria as well?"<br/>