"We have to do our best, Ahna. I know things may seem out of control now, but there will be a plan, some opening. We'll just have to find it." Fendros tried to reassure, even as Ahnasha spoke the truth. "That vampire Argonian, that woman, she seems to be humouring us, but I don't trust her." Fendros pulled away and took Ahnasha's face in his hands. His worry was seeping through. "You speak the truth, I can't promise that we'll be alright, but you have to promise me this much: If things suddenly turn bad and we have to fight, just take the child and run. We will keep them at bay as best as we can, but you will have to run Rhazii to safety. At that point, your lives will be all that will matter, okay?"

Sabine found a chair to sit down in Meesei and Lorag's room, she wracked her brain for all she knew about Molag Bal, but it had been a long time since she had been taught. "Boethiah, Meridia, Ebonarm, and Mephala. Molag Bal's enemies. Not Hircine," Sabine spoke as she recalled, holding one wrist against her forehead, "Enslaves, dominates, rapes. Collects souls, but not like Vile. Vile keeps them locked away, Molag Bal uses them as slaves." With what little of the daedric prince Sabine remembered now said, she slid off her chair and walked out of the room, stopping at the door to notify Meesei. "I heard the Hal-Neesa woman say we were allowed outside of our rooms. I want to look around."