In response to Meesei, everyone in the pack made some kind of acknowledgement. Even though they were glad to get back into the wilds, the inland was taking its toll at this point. Still, as the pack got used to the conditions, their attitudes and performance in the marshes seemed to improve, with the exception of Ahnasha, but she had other things to worry about. The first order of business in this town, preceding buying supplies, was for Meesei to inquire to the town's leaders to find out their next heading. This place was rather different to Thorn. The people seemed to regard the pack with more curiosity. Meesei mentioned that travellers passed through, but a group such as theirs was a rare one anywhere, but especially Black Marsh.

While Meesei went to meet with the leaders, some of the pack didn't have much to do. Janius and Lorag went to the bilingual merchants to start selling hides, teeth, bones and ingredients for other supplies, while the others were left idle to admire the scenery.

Fendros decided to check up on Ahnasha. He suspected that taking the chance to be seated would be one she would be grateful for; her burden was only becoming heavier and heavier. "Hey there. How are you doing?"

Sabine decided to sit off to the side. Though she didn't show it, she was a little relieved that this wasn't the place where the ritual would take place. She had been anxious about it for a long time and it only seemed to be getting worse. She almost jumped out of her skin when an Argonian girl came running up and sat next to her out of nowhere, eyes bright and smile wide. The girl had pale white scales with yellow streaks through it and wore simple clothes. A couple of small fins spread over the top of her head. She looked about Sabine's age.

The girl said some things in Jel that Sabine didn't get a word of. Sabine just looked blankly back at her, not understanding. It didn't deter the girl's smile, however. She pointed to herself and hissed something resembling "Gseetum-Sa, Gseetum-Sa."

Sabine blinked and glanced one side, then the other. She swallowed and hesitated, but was so caught up in the moment that she decided at least to share her name. Sabine pointed to herself, "Sabine."

The girl opened her mouth excitedly to speak some more, but turned her head to a shouting Argonian man behind her with a few pieces of wood under his arm. The man seemed cross at the girl and gesticulated for her to follow as he spoke. The girl said one last thing to Sabine, then got up and scurried off. It was over so quickly that Sabine was at a loss.