The entourage followed Meesei's pack through the main Ayleid ruins as well, not letting them leave their sight just in case. Despite the measure of security, the pack was awed enough by the interior of the ruin that they were too distracted to notice. The masonry was made from impossibly large blocks of stone so finely done that they could not have been placed and carved by hand. This place radiated magic out of every possible atmosphere. It was an interior, but also like a different world entirely.

The space past the armoury was halted by an old metal gate that opened when the faces familiar to the gatekeepers presented themselves and signalled to allow passage. There was some rougher stonework past the gate that indicated some work to make the position more defensible, but Fendros noticed a balcony above the gate that would allow arrows to be fired down, of for a predictably terrifying sally by any defenders. It seemed like overcompensation for such a secluded location, but they had to be careful with the only defence being a secret with such a large community. The gate's narrow artificial passage held a few lookouts that peered down on the new faces curiously, but tried not to draw attention to themselves.

The short passage led to another large room. This time, it was even larger. The space easily could have been accommodated in the world's largest royal courtyards. It stretched equal ways wide and long, about two hundred metres in the furthest direction. All space but the centre was covered in a hodgepodge of supplies, bedrolls, and people milling about. In the centre was a cleared and raised platform particularly illuminated by various magical lights. The ancient stone furniture that had been moved off to the sides indicated that perhaps rituals were held here, but the well lit area was instead being used to instruct a group of about twenty lycans in some familiar topic, likely combat techniques. In the darker sides of the room were a number of other lycans standing up against the wall, watching on. No one in the pack had seen so many lycans at once, but if they were impressed, it would be premature.

They continued on through one of the many passageways that lead from the instruction chamber. Every alcove out of traffic was occupied by a crate or barrel of supplies, or a bedroll. Some of the bedrolls were occupied by curious eyes or soft snoring. The corridor they were progressing down turned down a set of spiral stairs and went straight on for a while. The wall on their left opened up to another large chamber, this one filled with cooking pits and people using them. Many people were sitting around eating, some on tables, some on mats or on the floor. A keen eye could spot that absolutely no one was alone in this place, in fact, no one was on their own in the entire complex so far. The ceiling of this room was stained black with soot, but this chamber was unique in that a dim ray of daylight could be seen through a hole in the roof. It must be that this was one of the few rooms with a chimney.

The next staircase brought them up to a row of large cells closed off with intricate gates. The purpose of this place was not clear, but some private sleeping areas could be seen beyond the cells. the corridor of cells opened up to one last room at its end with a wooden table and a few people sitting around it, eating. One of the light emitting stones appeared to have been moved to be resting on the table while the group discussed something that was hard to make out in the echoing halls. This place in particular seemed less noisy than anywhere else in the ruin. The discussion became more audible as they approached.

"...depend on if we could find another place to accommodate another new pack. Keeping mouths fed here is..." The Redguard who was speaking immediately stopped when Meesei's pack came into the light. He turned his head to them along with everyone else at the table, and then smiled. "So this is what I could smell?" He stood up and walked around the table, "Who is this pack, Anders?"

"Wait, you're the champion!" A bulky looking elderly Nord who was twisting his body to see them pointed at Meesei's hand, "That ring! You're the champion of Hircine!"

"Well, that explains it. I've been told to expect you. I'm Jerrick Salazar, this is my...well I guess you could call it my immediate family more than my pack." He shook Meesei's hand and gestured to the others around the table as if it was very important that Meesei know them before stating anything else, "My lieutenants, Oswall;"

The elderly Nord nodded, still bewildered by Meesei's appearance. "It is an honour."

"Harriet;"

A sly looking, young Orc woman smiled confidently over the top of the blade she was inspecting while leaning back in her chair.

"Darahil;"

The Altmer next to Harriet seemed to have the opposite demeanour. His arms were crossed and he frowned at each of the pack, sizing them up.

"And Vera, my wife;"

"Welcome to our halls," Vera said with a small bow from her seat. The Redguard woman seemed to be the most open apart from Oswall.

Anders took the moment to properly herald the pack's arrival. "Meesei and her pack here say they needed to speak with you about a possible danger coming our way, sir."

Jerrick tightened the corner of his mouth at being interrupted, but clasped his hands behind his back as his only other reaction. His response seemed just as level as everything else he had said. "I see. Before that, though. How about you introduce me to your pack? I see you have quite the..." Jerrick stole a knowing glance at Kaleeth "...variety."