"That would be an accurate description, yes. It has all of the same components as a village, and serves the same function." Meesei commented. "As mercenaries, I would not expect they would have told you the entire truth of the matter. If you were an agent of the enemy, a cultist of Vile, then I can say that I would not be so...accommodating in your capture. His cultists are fanatical and willing to die for their master. They have slain countless of my kind in a war of their making. Still, do not mistake my politeness for acceptance. I may bring you through the infirmary to show you the pain and suffering you have wrought among the innocents of this family. I do not know how many you killed personally, if any, but you played a role in their suffering. But, I am no fool. I know the perception that exists among the...civilized of Tamriel about my kind. Indeed, one could likely find werewolves terrorizing the countryside in County Bruma, and across Tamriel. Ferals, or even groups of ferals, that have not learned to separate the beasts from themselves. The only interactions that people from the cities have with lycanthropes are with these ferals, as those that I lead remain separate and hidden from your people. We have no desire to murder the innocent, and even if we did, it would be foolish to attract the ire of the Empire, Dominion, or any other of Tamriel's governments. We take in the ferals and train them in self control to keep them from harming or being harmed by your people. Bandits and other brigands may be prey in our hunts, but in that, we are hardly different from the average band of adventurers. It is because of us that lycanthropes remain little more than myths in the cities; stories to pass around the campfire. Without us, the ferals would become very real, very present threats."

Eventually, they arrived at what had been Galsek's cell. Motioning for the two lycans with them to stand guard outside, Meesei led her into the cell. It was rather bare, apart from the chains that had bound the Argonian traitor, though Meesei gave no indication that she was going to force the Nord to be chained. "This is where you will remain until I have time to negotiate with you for your release. There are several matters we will need to need to address beyond just information, but I give you my word that I will negotiate in good faith as long as you remain cooperative. I cannot forgive your crimes against us, but I can understand them. I cannot cast blame upon you for being deceived. The situation is hectic at the moment, but I will make sure you are fed and have all of your basic needs within the next few hours." Pausing for a moment, Meesei reached out and placed her hand on the Nord's wound, charging a numbing spell of restoration through it which served to accelerate its clotting. "Your wound is not severe. The bleeding will stop soon. I will likely have a healer come by tomorrow to make sure it has healed properly, and determine if you have been infected with lycanthropy. Now, I do not believe you to be foolish enough to attempt to escape, but as a precaution, I am going to search you for anything that could be used to pick a lock. Give me your clothing, but do not worry, I will allow you to keep it once I am finished. I understand your need for modesty."

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Kaleeth was silent for a while, apart from her sobs. From the outside, it was difficult to tell if Janius' words were having any effect whatsoever, as the only emotion she showed was intense sadness. Janius had been right not to attempt to persuade Kaleeth to give up her perception of cannibalism, but she was not content with just what he had said so far. He had not explicitly said that cannibalism was acceptable among lycans, but from her observations she was actually perceptive enough to figure it out. 

"So...you just accept it, then? The fight is...hazy, but I remember it. I remember eating the bodies and...the other lycans doing the same. After it was over, they started eating the bodies like me, but they weren't like me. They weren't out of control like I was. They knew what they were doing; they did it on purpose, and no one did anything about it, not even you. You're...you're the same way aren't you? You don't try to stop it, you just...accept it."

Ahnasha had a hard time retaining her composure as she looked upon Fendros in his wounded state. It reminded her all too strongly of the ordeal they had suffered in Black Marsh, even though it had been her in his position. Mercifully, Rhazii was tired from all of the activity over the past few hours, so he was practically falling asleep in her arms. Even an infant could recognize the signs of pain in a parent, and she did not want him seeing it. Ahnasha reached out and lightly grabbed Fendros' free hand. "I came as soon as I heard. Lorag said you were hurt, but that you will be fine. Don't worry about me; I'm fine. Rhazii was out of danger the whole time, and all I have is sore ankles from all the running around. I know you wanted to make sure we were safe. I love you, Fendros, and you know I would do the same, but...you were an idiot, Fendros. A stupid...idiot!" Ahnasha shouted quite suddenly. "I heard what you did, just running straight into the enemy like that. What were you thinking? Are you crazy? I know we were in danger, but that's no excuse to be suicidal, not when you don't really [i]know[/i] how much danger we were actually in. You can't just...lose all ability to think every time I'm in the slightest danger. Eventually, you're not going to be this lucky, you'll get yourself killed, and I just can't handle that, Fendros!" She yelled, her anger mixed with tears. Rhazii had been close to falling asleep before, but now he was beginning to whine from all the noise.