The morning seemed inactive, if aimless before Meesei awoke. All of a sudden, they were gathering supplies and beginning to move out. Some asked questions as to their heading, but Meesei didn't answer. Tension started to rise until Meesei finally spoke after leading them to the southern road out of Stormhold. It was a relief to find that they weren't in any particular danger, but it wasn't exactly a comfort that they would have to confront and negotiate with a genuinely sinister daedric cult.

Fendros in particular had not been looking forward to when they would be stepping into danger again. Even though the pack had an obligation to their patron, he didn't like the idea of having Rhazii anywhere near the followers of Molag Bal. There wasn't much he could do to protest, however.

On the other hand, Janius felt reluctant for different reasons. After Meesei's explanation sunk in, he spoke up, "So, how exactly are we to go about trying to convince them? I don't know a great deal about Molag Bal, but if what you say is true, then what could we do to stop them trying to attack us? Molag Bal's servants are likely to stab us in the back after all is said and done anyway."