The pack rushed back upstairs out of the dungeon and into the keep's entryway. As Meesei had expected, Neesa was just making her way inside when they emerged from downstairs. She was still in her vampire lord form and had a fair number of her cultists with her, though it seemed that most of the hostilities had died down. Now, the cult was in the process of making prisoners out of the mercenaries who surrendered, along with their families. A fate worse than death likely awaited them, but as terrible as it was, the pack did not have time to dwell on that for the moment. 

"Hmm, I see you found your friends. You didn't happen to see that kaoc of a noble down there, did you?" Neesa questioned as soon as she saw them. 

"Yes, he is dead, but there is something more pressing. Before we arrived, he ordered a section of his men to mount an attack on your xanmeer." Meesei warned. 

"That is disappointing; I had hoped to be able to kill him myself. No matter, the head of the snake has been severed. My husband will take care of the rest of those pathetic mercenaries in short order. Our magic will detect any attack long before it arrives." She answered confidently. 

Meesei shook her head. "No, not this time. Apparently, they are going to be digging through from some rootworm tunnels near your xanmeer. They will be approaching underneath your fog." 

Neesa seemed to actually consider the information a bit more seriously. "Hmm, that could pose a...moderate issue. My husband will still kill them, of course, but that might be enough to let them do some damage first. I would prefer that not happen. You are fast in those forms, are you not? You will join me back to the xanmeer. Vinaremo can take over here."

"There is one more thing. One of our members has been badly injured." Meesei explained, motioning to Kaleeth. "Do you have any healers with you?" 

One of the Argonian mages with Neesa stepped forward, albeit a bit nervously. By the way he was looking at Kaleeth, it was clear that he was not quite accustomed to the pack's sense of modesty. "I, um, I can heal." 

"Whatever, let's just get moving. I would rather get there before this attack begins." Neesa said dismissively as she turned to exit the keep. The Argonian who offered to help Kaleeth stepped towards her nervously, both due to her state of dress, and the rather frightening lycan holding her.