There were no more words spoken, but there were a few unsure nods from both sides. Slowly, they turned and went their separate ways, mulling over the new information.

Safina stepped up and craned her head towards Meesei as the people dispersed. "You did well to talk them down. I thought there was going to be a fight."

With the number of lycans loitering around the main chamber, Meesei had her pick of whom to select to guard Harriet. Given the tension between Oswall and Harriet's packs, the alphas present were uneasy about allowing any of their number to be taken under Meesei's command, but after much searching, there were a few that Meesei caught up with in private who had more loyalty to Hircine and his champion than their lieutenants. There were only about five fighting lycans among them, but it was heartening of them to volunteer.

The best candidate from amongst Harriet's followers was a grumpy looking Dunmer spellsword by the name of Hadal. He had no last name that he wished to share, but those present vouched for his skill. The one from Oswall's was a stocky Bosmer man by the name of Silenti. He carried a disproportionately large mace alongside a shield, but he expressed no effort in hefting them. He was far from quiet, despite his name.

The final four that Meesei had chosen regarded each other as strangers, but they had one question in common. They waited with baited breath for a briefing of what exactly to do.