Mirisk seemed considerably more frantic than even Nuulanth as they stammered towards the group. He shouted to Vinaremo to grab his attention before explaining the situation. "I believe Nuul has been poisoned. I don't know if it is a poison that can kill Argonians; usually they act more quickly than this, but still, we need to get her back to a healer as quickly as we can."

"Hmph, that's disappointing." Vinaremo commented. "I had hoped to see if there were any bodies among the casualties that still held onto life. No matter, I have enough souls for the moment." He turned and walked over to Meesei, his overall attitude not quite as negative as it has been in the past, but still not positive by any stretch of the imagination. "I had hoped we would be able to kill that wretched noble's son, but he seemed to be too much of a coward to show up. No matter, that part wasn't your fault. The battle was a success, and you performed adequately. One of mine needs a healer, so we should return at once."

Meesei remained as civil as Vinaremo and returned a nod. "Very well, I will go collect the remainder of my pack from their vantage point. I will be back shortly." She said before jogging off to find Ahnasha and Fendros. 

Kaleeth was staying away from the others, near the edge of the courtyard as far away from the bodies as she could reasonably go. She felt wrong in every sense. She had felt it since they started fighting, but her fear had clouded her mind and senses. Now, however, she could smell all of the fresh blood in the air. It was...[i]tempting[/i]. She hated the thought, and she hated herself, but even so, she found herself salivating. Burying her face in her hands, she tried thinking of whatever she could to distract herself from these desires.