When Ahnasha started to knead the stress from Fendros' shoulders, he was at least able to recognise how high his emotions has become. He closed his eyes, focussed on his breathing and listened to what she had to say. After a lengthy sigh, Fendros responded. This time with a calmer voice, "I suppose you're right, they are murderers all the same. I just don't know whether we'll be condemning them to torture." Fendros turned his head to look at Ahnasha and gave a look of concession. He didn't want to lose her after her short natural lifetime elapsed. "Alright Ahna, let's go this far if only to see if whatever Orskan's tome holds is possible."

Fendros allowed Ahnasha to continue her massage and thought about whether he would really want to extend his own life, as Ahnasha said. He smiled to himself as the first objection he came up with was learning magic in further depth. Though, more seriously, the prospect didn't attract him. Even though residing with Ahnasha on Nirn for eternity was a nice thought, he was sure that he would have lived a fulfilling life when his time came. There wasn't really any reason he could think to live for any longer. He decided to postpone the thought for a more relevant point in time.

After a moment, Fendros placed the dagger he held into the pouch with the soul gems and looked either side of himself. There was a wriggling against his upper leg where Ahnasha had placed down Rhazii between them on the bed. Carefully, Fendros picked up the cub with both hands and looked into his eyes. He wondered if Rhazii might wish to extend his life at some point. If he was Khajiit in form, it would follow that he would have a Khajiit lifespan. That would be his personal decision, Fendros concluded, as he allowed Rhazii's weak grasp to hold onto his finger. "Ahna," Fendros said softly, "do you remember when that aspect of Mephala warned us about a Breton offering us eternal life? Do you think that is going to happen still? I've spotted a couple of people who might be Bretons in the cult, but I don't think they're involved in this opportunity."

For the rest of the day, Janius led Kaleeth through the proper handling and techniques of the shield. It mostly involved defending from a variety of attacks, then led on to sparring. Given how little time they had to practice, Kaleeth could hardly be considered a trained soldier by the the end of the session, but her survivability had increased substantially. In order to find proper armaments for Kaleeth, Janius decided to find Vinaremo, and was promptly passed from person to person such that he didn't think anyone really wanted to deal with them. Eventually, Janius was referred to a lower-ranking member, whom he was able to threaten into helping them by mentioning how upset his superiors would be if they found out that their secret weapon was not properly equipped. The mace and shield he found was dusty and cobwebbed in a closet somewhere, no doubt the former belongings of someone captured by the cult, but at least they looked sturdy enough. The mace happened to be made of steel, but wasn't so hefty that it was unwieldy. Kaleeth would be able to make up for it with her own strength. The shield was round and made from wood reinforced with steel. After wiping the dust off, Kaleeth was now well equipped for a fray.