Fendros silently stared at Ahnasha for a moment, partly in surprise. He could never prepare himself to hear her plead to die like she did. He knew that she was scared and scarred by her experience, but he had never witnessed it to such an extent as this. It was like she was a different person. The torturer had brought her to the brink of death, and now the determined, smiling Ahnasha Fendros knew had disappeared. Fendros could never forgive himself, why couldn't he have just answered the Argonian's questions sooner? Then she wouldn't have had to suffer.

"Ahna, please don't die." Fendros let his head bow forward again as his eyes shut in guilt, "Please, I love you. I need you, Rhazii needs you. Please don't die."

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They reached the hideout, even though it seemed like more of a settlement than anything. Janius was quick to concur with Lorag, but Sabine stayed standing, surveying the walls and in particular the open gate. With all the people apparently associated with this place, Sabine's curiosity was piqued beyond playing it safe and going back to inform the cultists.

Sabine adjusted the makeshift bandage on her wrist. "There are a lot of people going in and out. I could go in and scout," she suggested indirectly while still keeping her eyes on the gate. "They won't look for me in there," Sabine turned her head to Lorag, "I could try and find where they are keeping Fendros and Ahnasha, the place is too big to search while fighting." Sabine's face was serious, but hinted at really wanting to sneak in. She had come to find Ahnasha and Fendros after all, not to attack a town.