The pack was hoping to be able to depart after their meeting, and since they had no real place to store their belongings anyway, they carried everything with them to the throne room. Since all of them had been either confined within a single room in the infirmary, or out of the xanmeer for most of the day, they had not seen how active the cult had been throughout the day working on repairs. Or, more accurately, how active their thralls had been. Based on the number of undead they passed in the halls, it seemed like the cult was using the reanimated corpses of the mercenaries for almost all of the labor needed for repairs. Though unsettling to the pack, from the cult's point of view, it was a sensible course of action. 

Once they arrived in the throne room, they found it mostly devoid of people, save for the skeletons and a few member of the cult, including Orskan, who notified them that Neesa would arrive to meet with them in about half an hour. The pack set down their supplies and took their seats at the long dining tables at the sides of the rooms while they waited. For Ahnasha, seeing Orskan brought to mind the deal they had made for his tome. They had already filled one of the gems, and it would only take a few more to fulfill their side of the bargain. Since they were not likely to be sticking around after they were free to leave, however, they had only a short time to fill them, or return them empty. Ahnasha nudged Fendros and motioned to his bag. "Hey, you were able to recover those gems, right? Maybe we should head over to wherever they keep their prisoners and see if we can take a few souls for ourselves." She suggested completely seriously. At this point, she had completely dehumanized the mercenaries in her mind.