"As you wish," Galsek said, enjoying the reaction he was goading from Meesei. "I believe it was before the conflict began between our Daedric lieges. Back in the time before this clan found their home in this ruined hole. Caleb was only five years old when werewolf hunters tried to detain her mother. Fathia was her name. She was trying to purchase supplies in Bruma and caught the ire of a noble with a silver axe to grind. I do not recall how they did it, but it was creative. Nets with little barbs I if I was told correctly. Made to be very strong. In any case, she was captured and detained. Now, this group of werewolf hunters each were inflamed by the most blind of rages. They must have squabbled as to the best method to make her suffer into death, but they came up with a torture that even Molag Bal would be proud of." Galsek squirmed his shoulders as he failed to move his arms. He was disappointed to not be able to gesture in demonstration of their actions, but he made do. "They chained her upright next to a furnace far outside of the city and began to melt silver in an open crucible. When it was molten and flowing, they took the silver pot with a pair of tongs and relished as they poured drips of the liquid metal over her skin. They feasted too greedily on her screams, however, and Fathia was loud enough to call for her pack, who were already searching for her." Galsek showed his grin once more, "Hircine didn't save Fathia, her screams silenced before the sprinting pack could reach her. Jerrick slaughtered and cast all off the hunters' bodies until they decorated the dirt with their shattered bones. I don't blame him after he found the last thing they did to her."

Behind Meesei, Fendros' face began to clentch angrily. He brought his hand up to his eye and grit his teeth, but he had to leave the room. He did so with such haste that anyone might have thought he was about to empty his stomach.

"...they clamped her mouth open, and poured the remaining liquid silver down her throat." Galsek drank in the reaction from everyone present. "How do you think she died first? Drowning? Burning? Or silver poisoning? Which would be more painful? It is something I pondered. Caleb was spared from seeing the body, fortunately for him, but the sudden loss of a mother is enough to warp a young boy to melancholy and sadness regardless of the nature of the death. Fathia's still vermeil corpse was buried under a pine sapling somewhere in the lower Jerrals. I also ponder if the needles glint with more than frost and dew in the mornings."

Outside, Fendros had stomped away with his hand to his head, striding aimlessly until he found an empty room out of earshot. Once there, he slowed to a stumble and fell to his knees. He broke down as Ahnasha's torture came flashing back in graphic detail. He was paralysed but for his sobbing.