There was little Fendros could do to convince Orskan otherwise, it seemed. After wishing him farewell, the pack left the xanmeer. None of them really had a desire to ever see it again.

Once on solid ground after climbing down the xanmeer's steps, Fendros presented the tome to Ahnasha. He didn't think he would he would leave this place with a smile on his face, but in the end, their stint with the cult of Molag Bal had not been a complete loss. "Orskan mentioned that it would be a long path, but now at least we have a path now," Fendros said, "For now, we can go back to taking care of ourselves."

Nearby, Janius responded to Kaleeth with a half-smile. "That's right. We'll be heading to Cyrodiil eventually, but not before heading to Thorn and sailing over the ocean. Thorn is a very beautiful city, at least when we were there. That was during a festival, though." Janius hadn't realised it before, but with Kaleeth's life up to the point where they met, she had probably never even been near the edge of the marsh. Janius looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "Say, have you ever seen the ocean before?"