Dragoncrest Cliffs good lord, what would that sound like without love.

Hm. Okay, so that was not at all illuminating. He peered steadily at Furi as she spoke first, then switched his gaze to Blixen as she attempted to fill in the blanks. He blinked at her, his expression empty, as usual. It seemed there truly was nothing more to the story than the little wuss had left Drageda and Furi was pissed about it. And Blixen, being pissed about everything, hopped right on board with it. His sister at least had the sense to bring up the more interesting part of the story - the creepy old guy that spoke with their tongue and asked for Thur by name. She then proceeded to fuck it up by her petulant exclamations, which caused Artaax to roll his eyes (as though he hadn't been just as moved to action by rage at their insults) and look at heda to gauge her reaction to all of this. 

She and Eske exchanged a glance, and then encouragement was given for them to continue. Artaax, this time, decided to chime in - again, to save his sister and his.. Furi.. from coming off badly by opening their own damn fool mouths. "They told the coward to run, and he did. One of ours went after him..." he didn't know Prince's name, so he glanced quickly at his companions as though to ask them to fill in the blank before he continued, "...And then the old wolf that spoke our tongue followed after while the three of us fought off the two of theirs that remained. They ran, and we came straight to you."