With how imposing Samarys' guard were, all of the danger that the pack knew they were in returned to the forefront of their minds. It was almost hard to believe, but with no incidents over the past few days, they were actually beginning to feel safer here. At least before Hal-Neesa's husband returned.

Fendros didn't quite know what to make of the man. Llarvan wasn't anyone he could immediately remember the name of, neither for the Samarys family. In frankness it was surprising enough that it was a Dunmer. Though, he supposed he shouldn't be too surprised that he wasn't the only Dunmer in the world that had broken convention and paired with one of the beast races.

As opposed to Fendros' reaction, which was of curiosity if anything, Janius kept his wits about him. With Hal-Neesa's power, he knew that these cult leaders both had the pack under an unsaid duress. Whatever his verdict was here, it might mean the end of them. Janius' confidence was not improved by how well protected their guards were under that ebony plate.

It was a thread of optimism that kept Sabine from true fear. Even though they couldn't trust these people, there was no denying that they had been accommodating thus far. Hopefully Vinaremo didn't have too much say in the pack's fate.