While Janius felt as though the mint condition of the xanmeer's interior seemed too good to be true, he had to admit that he was enthralled by the detail. He had been inside Ayleid and old Imperial ruins, but never ancient Argonian ones. The threat that their escort presented kept him on his toes, though. He tried to size up each of them, but they returned no eye contact and hid everything behind their robes. These were clearly mages as well. Judging the power of such people was not a talent Janius had, but he didn't not want to entertain the possibility of any of this being a bluff where Sabine and Rhazii were at stake.

Fendros continued to be distracted by worry for Rhazii. He didn't have the space in his mind to appreciate the scenery.

The Argonian woman who appeared to lead the cult, this Hal-Neesa, was not any less foreboding than any other members around them. While she still carried a similar arrogance to the Altmer, she did so with the justification that she was in charge of the entire situation. The large throne room only elevated the reverent aura that she commanded. Weaker minds than those in the pack would probably feel the urge to bow down. Nevertheless, they were here to talk, and Meesei was still the pack alpha. It was true that they probably only had Hircine's watchful eye to depend on for protection now, but the pack stood fast.

Neither Fendros nor Janius felt any particular need to share their names without prompt.