Sabine clasped her hands together and straightened her arms in front of her body. Crowds were even worse for making her modest.

"Greetings to you all," Fendros addressed the pack. "I trust you have all been told of our mission. Now, being that the people we are looking for are not actively hunting lycans, it may be that they do not expect us. However, they are still Vile's servants and may carry soul tearing gas. You will all be issued and antidote, but you are not to take it except when either I order you or when absolutely necessary." Fendros tightened his lips. He was still not quite used to speaking like an officer. "Now, let's go find out what this is all about."

In response to Malithus, Fendros smiled. "Yes, that would be appreciated. We may need to borrow some clean city clothing; I doubt chitin armour is the best way to go inconspicuous in these parts."

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Marod stuck the tip of his tongue behind his lower lip while he processed Saras' response. He took a moment before responding.

"I have a great many matters of business here." Marod spread his forearms. "Perhaps you could shed some light, first of all, on why there are so many more lycans in Tamriel in this past decade? You've been keeping it quiet. I've been keeping it quiet. I believe we can only do so much, and thus it is within my interests to know if it will continue."