Though her mood did not change, Kaleeth did nevertheless concede to follow along with Meesei and Sabine. She seemed to sulk behind them, speaking to no one with her head hung low. Every time she caught one of the cultists looking at her, she felt a bit more afraid. This was not a place she had ever wanted to end up. Her curiosity for the old Argonian catacombs was far exceeded by the fear she felt for her own life. There were so many of these cultists, and by the way that most of them were acting, they did not like that the pack was there. 

Meesei too felt the judging stares of the cultists as they explored. If nothing else, they looked down on the pack as lesser beings, or perhaps potential subjects for their profane experiments. Nevertheless, they were not disturbed by anything more than glares as they explored the halls of this subterranean castle. At first, they searched for places that would be important to them during their stay, namely the dining room and kitchen. As long as the pack was eating the same food as the mortal members of the cult, Meesei would feel reasonably safe partaking in the cult's meals. After moving on from the dining room, they eventually found what looked like a training room. It was in one of the larger chambers they had seen. Most of the room was dedicated to magical training, with soul gems powering magic wards that mages could practice breaking, while some simply practiced on each other. More disturbingly, there were also literal piles of corpses, some mortal, some simple creatures, presumably that necromancers could practice their skills on. Meesei was at least somewhat impressed that they had managed to find a way to keep the bodies from producing any kind of odor. Additionally, there was a smaller section of the room dedicated to the practice of martial combat, but it seemed to be receiving less use.

As they were about to leave the training room, they found the exit blocked by about the last person Meesei wanted to see. Evidently, the group with Janius had returned, as the vampiric Altmer, Vinaremo, had made his way to the training room as well. With him was the same Argonian he had been speaking to when they first saw him, though he was leaned up against a wall near the door, not nearly as interested in Meesei and the others as the Altmer seemed to be.

"Well, look who it is, the leader of Hircine's mongrels. Come to catch a glimpse real mages as work, have you? Are you hoping some of our skill will rub off on you?" Vinaremo taunted. Even the Altmer's Argonian friend rolled his eyes at the comment, muttering his annoyance under his breath. It seemed like more than just the pack acknowledged how arrogant the Altmer was; perhaps some of them were a bit more reasonable than appearances would suggest?