Sabine had originally wanted to look around to try and distract herself from her fear. Normally her alchemy would be the regular method, but her equipment and ingredients were back at camp. It wasn't a problem that Meesei was accompanying her, in fact, Sabine felt safer with her along for it. Sabine just started off looking into each of the rooms, finding them virtually identical. Sabine was about to explore further, but didn't feel like leaving Kaleeth curled up on her own in fear, so she urged her up to come with them.

Whether Kaleeth accompanied or not, Sabine planned to explore the halls carefully, keeping track of the way back in case they proved to be more widespread than she first thought.

In his and Ahnasha's room, Fendros nodded and let go of Ahnasha. He wouldn't have expected any less than for Ahnasha to want to fight to the end, but he was glad that she agreed. In the end, he just wished it wasn't this dangerous for them, but there wasn't much he could do about it now.

Fendros stood up, unmoved by the decorations and furnishings of the room, then began to pace and look across the walls, suspiciously looking for any traps, peepholes, or secrets. He wasn't sure whether any existed, being in an ancient xanmeer, but he wanted to use his time for something useful.

Janius arrived back not long after the expected round trip time from the xanmeer to the camp. He carried various implements, tools, and supplies, while the cultists carried rolled up bedrolls, Sabine's alchemy supplies, and a few other things. Janius had a look of impatience in his face indicative of resisting reaction to the Altmer that lead the party. He made his way wordlessly towards the rooms to drop things off, then given no more distractions, planned to find Kaleeth, wherever she had ended up. He needed some way to calm his frustrations. At this point, finding out that they would be sleeping in beds more akin to his former home in Bravil than anything else was not something that was very relieving.