"Thanks, Meesei," Fendros said. He stepped to turn and follow Malithus. "I'll get it done."

Meesei's attention had put pressure on Fendros since he had started been given new responsibilities. It was unfamiliar to him to be in a position of leadership. Thankfully, Meesei's assessment of his learning abilities proved true in this case. There had been no major mistakes up to this point.

Sabine, on the other hand, did not encounter many clan lycans without getting praise similar to Malithus'. It made her feel accomplished, though she couldn't help but become uncomfortable with having mages virtually starstruck at her presence. This was no different.

"Please, just call me Sabine." She cast a nervous glance up at Malithus. Sabine had grown, but she still wasn't particularly tall. "Thank you. I still have not gotten used to people calling me that."

When Malithus described the one who had come back from the city, Fendros let out a low laugh. "Certainly sounds like someone we know, now that you describe that way."

Sabine couldn't quite contain a smile either.

Sure enough, none other than the exact scoundrel Argonians in their minds was there, reclined on the chair and table before them. Fendros crossed his arms and couldn't help but guffaw at the coincidence. "Now, who on Nirn did you anger to run all the way to the other end of Tamriel, Colours?"

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Vera turned her head left and right in a pause for the other council members. They did not have anything more to say.

When Vera's eyes reached Saras again, she put one hand on the other on the table. She did not blink. "This is a dangerous situation, Saras. If you can help it, keep them alive. I otherwise trust you to do what you see fit." She glanced to the others. "Are we in agreement with this plan?"

There were murmurs of agreement, joined by a silent nod from Darahil. Evidently, no one liked what was happening. However, there was not much else they could think to do at this stage.