The pack knew the location of their destination this time, but even so, they aired on the side of caution and kept up a slow pace, moving carefully and quietly through the ominously dark swamp. It took a few hours for them to grow close to the xanmeer. As they traveled, Meesei could not help but to feel that the darkness around her was growing stronger. She wondered in the back of her mind if these feelings she was experiencing were not just brought on by caution or fear, but something more...substantial. It had been quite a long time since she had been near one, but she could liken the feeling to being around an Ayleid ruin. The powerful and ancient magics they used were woven into the stones themselves, which left a lasting impression that any mage could feel. For the Ayleids, the magic they used was often tainted with darkness, but in this place, the darkness was more akin to a flood. Even though it should have been around noon, between the thick canopy of trees and sea of fog, it felt like the sun had never fully risen. By the time they were within sight of the ruin, Meesei did not question that there was something fundamentally different about this place; she just wondered if the cultists had selected it because of the corruption, or if they had created it themselves. 

As they came upon the xanmeer, the pack could see it more clearly than the previous night, as the light level was at least a small measure brighter than before. There were a few ruined structures in the area, but the primary structure was the xanmeer itself: a large, stepped pyramid with four stairways leading to the top from all sides. It was difficult to see at the distance they were observing from, but most of the structure was engraved with carvings from the first Argonian civilization. Most were pictograms, or symbols with meanings Meesei could only guess at. Time had taken its toll on the xanmeer, as a few of the steps were partially crumbling and only two of the stairways seemed climbable, but it appeared structurally sound. From what Meesei could remember, most xanmeer actually had entrances to underground tunnels at the very top of the pyramid, but Meesei certainly did not intend to enter through the front door of their lair without being invited. 

Where as the xanmeer had seemed completely dead the previous night, this time, there was some activity in the form of two individuals standing at the base of one of the intact stairways. Meesei stopped the pack a fair distance away to observe from afar, but, quite conveniently, the two individuals started walking away from the pyramid mere moments after the pack ceased moving. They were not heading directly for the pack, but they were moving in their general direction. The closer they drew, the more detail Meesei became able to see. One was an Argonian male in a hooded black robe, while the other was an Altmer man, also in a hooded robe. His skin did not have the golden hue as was common among Altmer, but rather it was unusually pale. Given the context of who these cultists served, he was likely a vampire. Meesei and the others remained perfectly quiet out of their line of sight, but she could not help but to feel that something was wrong.

"So, what is the progress on the Master's orders?" The Altmer asked, their conversation becoming more clear as the pair moved closer to the pack. 

"It should not be long now. I have to say, this is starting to form into a rather interesting situation. Imagine the possibilities if the master is correct; it will be a fantastic opportunity." The Argonian responded. The two walked a short distance farther, not seeming to care that they were wading through ankle-high water. They finally stopped when the Argonian leaned up against a particularly large tree not too far from the pack's hiding place and continued his conversation with the Altmer. Though still nervous about the situation, Meesei reasoned they could learn more about the cult by listening in to what the pair had to say.