[Pescado Branch]

Later that afternoon, Pescado walked into Nia's, and greeted his wife, nuzzling his snout next to hers, a saurids way of showing affection to those that they care for. As much as people might see them as vicious creatures, they care deeply for their own, and would defend them to the death. He then followed suit with his two daughters. After they had greeted each other, he took them over to a table that they would be able to comfortably sit at, with their large tails and all. "I have a friend that will be joining us shortly," Pescado said to his mate, Sssssss'lik'lia in their native tongue.

"Very well," she replied. "It's about time we get to meet some of your friends... I hope their not to rude to our kind..." Pescado looked at her, and then said, "Don't worry, I worked under him until I took his position..." She gasped, and then hissed under her breath the name, "Moranor?" Pescado nodded, and his daughters looked at him, and almost in unison asked, "What's a moranor?" They happened to be a little less intelligent then their brother, and also were younger. "He's a friend I worked with back before I was the Governor..." he replied to his daughters.

A waitress came over, and they got water, as they normally drank, not much for wines, or ales. They preferred the natural, and water was as natural as it came. Talking about nonsense, and things they would most likely forget over the period of the lunch, the saurid family, minus one member, Pescado's son Pez, awaited the arrival of Moranor Andares...