With Areldril's answers, the road ahead now appeared much clearer. They had leads, a source of information about the specifics, and a hope that the end could be in sight for the war. The last piece of the puzzle brought attention to Lunise.

She remained standing, silent and stoic with a page in front of her eyes. She did not respond for several seconds. When she finally drew her gaze up to Areldril, it was devoid of all the vitriol she started with. It was empty and pale. Her voice escaped with such weakness that it was as if she forgot to breathe in before answering. "Yes you can, Areldril." Lunise turned her head to Meesei. "The champion of Hircine can supply you with any resources you need. I will deal with you at my discretion, which can wait. You will not find the Summerset Isles welcoming whether it is me that takes you there or another justicar. Just help us end this war."

"Well, that settles that," Marod said. "I was about to suggest, Meesei, that you take Areldril into your political asylum, seeing as we are still in a state where the clans are technically independent in law, but I have a feeling that allowing Lunise to do you this favour is less likely to cause an incident."

"Shut up, Marod," Lunise said joylessly before returning to her parchments.