While there was not quite any real closure to Kaleeth's ordeal, she at least appeared to move past it for the last leg of their journey to Gideon, which was fortunately much less eventful. As for their stop in Gideon, it was even shorter than their stay in Stormhold. The pack had collected some animal hides and other goods since they left Stormhold, so they were able to trade for a moderate amount of gold. For a few hours, most of the pack purchased essential supplies for their upcoming task, including local maps to help them locate the xanmeer they were searching for. Once they were finished, the pack left the city immediately and headed east to find their goal. 

Meesei was reasonably certain that the cult they were searching for was in the xanmeer most directly east from the city, but unfortunately, the maps they had were not incredibly precise as to its location. As a result, they spent several days wandering the swamp, beyond the few days it took to reach the area from the city. Their shortage of luck did not last forever, however, as they eventually located an ancient Argonian ruin that matched what they were looking for. Instead of investigating immediately, however, they observed from a distance from the cover of the swamp for only a few minutes before retreating back a safe distance from the ruin, Once they had time to rest and prepare, they would investigate more properly. The night before their first true investigation into the ruin was tense, but most of the pack managed to force themselves to sleep.

Meesei awoke before dawn both to ready herself, and help the others prepare more quickly. Kaleeth still preferred her meat cooked at this point, so Meesei started preparing her breakfast before she even awoke. Until the sun started to rise over the horizon, the only source of light in the entire area was her campfire. The entire area was dark, and not just in a literal sense. Meesei could not shake this feeling of dread that had came over her for the past day or two. The others felt it as well, though not quite to the extent that she seemed to. The trees overhead were unusually thick and blocked out much of the sun's light, but at the same time, they somehow managed to look dead; it seemed like most of the color had left their bark and leaves. As well, the water level in this area was much higher, so the patch of land they had camped on was essentially mud, surrounded by a thick, low-hanging fog. Never had she seen a place with so much life that felt so empty. Meesei hoped the feeling was purely psychological, but she would not be surprised if this cult had managed to do something to poison the land itself.