Past it's dark veneer, the interior of the xanmeer turned out to be a fully provisioned living space. However grisly some of the aspects were, such as the half-rotten corpses in the corner of the training room, everyone could tell that the cult at least lived comfortably. Sabine did her best to ignore the looks directed at her and gathered as much information as was available.

Running into the Altmer again was not something that Sabine wanted to be bothered by. He was speaking like some bully child despite his indeterminate age. Sabine was about to move around him wordlessly, but stopped before she started as an idea formed in her mind. She turned her head to one of the stationary wards, then up at the Altmer's face. Up this close, Sabine could see his discoloured eyes, but swallowed down her unease. If this Altmer was arrogant enough, he would be more than willing to display the limits of his power. "Break the strongest ward over there. If you can." Sabine's voice wasn't quite inflected enough to be heard as teasing Vinaremo, but the words enough might provoke him.