Meesei's conclusion was met with silence. None of them wanted to be tools for followers of Molag Bal, especially when the cultists now knew that they had the ability to kill or bind them all if they so wished. Some wondered how they would have any hope at all, but if there was any diplomacy between Hircine and Molag Bal, it was probably manifesting in their lives continuing where they stood.

Sabine began to wander to one side of the room and check on the state of her alchemical supplies. Nothing was broken or lost, thankfully. In her regular manner, she started to lay out what she had and assess if she had anything to help. She could make a few potions to resist certain things, or help the pack's abilities, but she was at a loss for how to deal with the vampires of this place. Being powerful enough mages, they could probably cure most poisons that Sabine could make, but not only that, poisons affected undead differently. Sabine did not have the privilege to test anything on vampires before. "If they have such power, what could we do that would be useful to them?" Sabine asked, her thoughts cutting through the fear as it turned to something more resembling hopelessness.

"With their talk of souls and experiments and the like, I shudder to think of what's in the future. I have a feeling that if they wanted us dead right away, they would have gotten it over with by now," Janius commented from one side of the room, "But I hate waiting for this elusive husband of Hal-Neesa's. It's like we're on borrowed time." Janius crossed his arms and looked at Meesei. "Is there anything we [i]can[/i] do right now except wait?"