"It is unlikely." Meesei answered to Sabine. "These teams do not hunt lycans, so I would not expect gas or silver. They will still be dangerous, but not specifically to us. We will send you with some doses of the antidote regardless, but avoid using them unless you know it is necessary."

The Breton, Malithus, gave a nod towards Fendros. "We have a member of my pack who has done interrogations before. But, if we capture them, we can always just bring them back to be interrogated by an expert."

"I wish you luck." Meesei continued. "I do not have a great deal of specific instructions for you, so feel free to work of your own initiative. Ahnasha has a task in Evermore as well, and she may uncover something that could help in an interrogation, so you can meet with her if you want to try to interrogate your prisoners yourselves. You will probably be able to find her around a place call the [i]Bleeding Dragon Inn[/i] while she is on her mission. Whatever you decide, I trust fully in your leadership, Fendros. I have my own mission that I should begin, so Malithus, feel free to introduce them to your pack."

"Right away, Champion." Malithus answered. After they were dismissed, the Breton led the trio out of the chamber and through the somewhat confusing caverns towards his pack. This was not the first time Meesei had assigned her pack to different missions, and it was not the first time that Fendros had been in charge. Meesei had made it no secret to Fendros in recent years that she greatly respected his abilities and felt that his natural potential was far greater than most others. She claimed him to be an adept learner and talented leader, in addition to his combat ability. It was high praise from her, which usually came with greater responsibilities. 

Malithus was already dressed in what appeared to be blue and green mage robes. It was perhaps a bit thick for the warm, humid underground caverns, but they would be heading to the city soon enough. Perhaps it was because she was a fellow Breton or a fellow mage within the Champion's pack, but he seemed to stay closer to Sabine as they walked along. Eventually, he mustered up the courage to speak. "So you are...[i]the[/i] Sabine. It will an absolute pleasure to work with you, ma'am. I guarantee my pack will not let you down. It is just rare to meet a mage of your talent. And I...well I look forward to it."

The anxiety within Malithus started to show through his tone and the pace of his speech. With that anxiety, he continued on speaking without giving much room for a response. "Just, um, there is one person we'll be working with that I would recommend you be cautious with. He is the one who is supposed to have these contacts in the city. Now, I can't deny that he has helped our clan before; he apparently knows what he is doing. But, I haven't liked him since he arrived at our clan. He's a scoundrel, simply put. He's selfish, he's a coward. Don't expect him to help in a fight. Worst of all, he's obviously a habitual liar." Malithus chuckled. "Would you believe that when he showed up here, he went around boasting that he was close, personal friends with the Champion's pack? With [i]your[/i] pack. Him? It's ridiculous. He just now got back from doing something in the city, so he doesn't know you're here. I can't wait to see the look on his face when you all set him straight; perhaps it will force him to be more respectful." 

The chamber that Malithus soon guided them to was larger than the last, with a long table at its center. His pack had already been preparing themselves to leave, but what would certainly draw their eyes the most was the "scoundrel" that Malithus had described. He was perhaps one of the last people they would have expected to meet all the way in High Rock, but sitting back in a chair with his feet propped up on the table was the Argonian, Sees-No-Colors.

---

Saras let out a long, slow breath as he thought, not so much because he did not know the answer as because he needed to think of how to describe it. "That is a difficult question to answer with our current information. Ultimately, we cannot trust these agents at their word, regardless of what they say. They will likely be adept liars. Their goal will be to further the Empire's interest, and large, organized groups like ours are not within their borders are not within their interest. In times of peace, I would consider the Empire an unquestionable adversary. However, the looming threat to the Empire from the Dominion does complicate matters for them. They simply cannot afford to dedicate too many resources to fighting us. Their armies are magnitudes stronger than anything we could even hope to face, but from my estimations of our strength, we could cause enough damage, and give the Empire enough problems to, in turn, give the Dominion a very real advantage over the Empire. That is what we have to bargain with, if it comes to that. We would need only make ourselves too costly of an enemy to make for them. Although, ideally, we want the Empire to know as little as possible about us. We could make our clans seem small, but evasive. Too slippery to catch, as it were. That would also make us seem costly to hunt. The location we decide to lead them to, I can have agents modify it to seem like a more lived-in home. Ri'vashi can have some of her warriors disguised as non-combatants to make it seem like our true clanhome. When they approach, we can make it seem as if our scouts simply spotted them on approach, rather than it being a trap for them. They may not expect such an elaborate ruse. If they are already aware of our capabilities, then this will not help, but they also will not learn much of value about us."

"And, if the worst comes to pass, we can kill them and make it seem like the natural dangers of travel." Saras added.