In response to Meesei's words, Marod brought his woven hands up to his lips and looked to one side in thought. "I should hope you have a strong enough heir to succeed you, then," he mentioned. "If not, this whole agreement could be in jeopardy. Survive, it at all possible, champion."

Lunise lowered her brow in confusion as she breathed in to reply to Meesei's question. "I heard about troubles in High Rock, though it was dismissed as organised criminals collecting debt." She turned her head slightly. "The bandits were abducting suspects in Talos worship. Apart from one or two reported lycan attacks in the wilds, there has not been any apparent activity regarding your war in the region as far as I am aware." She narrowed one eye. "Do you have information, Argonian?"

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"The smell of..." Fendros stopped himself. She knew. "...Never mind," he finished.

Fendros' reaction to seeing all of the soul gems was a mild chill. He brought his hand to his upper arm and pondered. Each one of the black soul gems was someone they had to kill and remove from the afterlife. Ahnasha justified each one as someone deserving of it -- an adversary -- and Fendros had justified them as well. It didn't dampen the feeling that they had done something dark by carrying it out all the same.

Looking back up to Ahnasha, Fendros tried to take his mind off it. He tried to focus on the positive. "To see it all there. Years of work. It is strange to think that these little things have been so much trouble." He sighed, failing to completely distract his mind. "Every life."