The time leading up to their departure was a blur of activity. Fendros had a lot of loose ends to tie up, finding his replacement and making sure that nothing would go wrong. He was so busy that he didn't even get time to realise what was behind Ahnasha's absences.

On the other hand, Janius did not have quite as much to do except make sure his equipment was up to scratch.

Sabine was used to Darahil's coldness, so she did what was bid of her and provided a list of supplies to fill her shoulder bag until bloated. What took her aback the most was actually hearing Darahil say 'happy birthday'.

Rhazii didn't have much to worry about, as young as he was. He had been out of the ruins plenty of times before, so he was used to the bulky furs, but he hadn't quite grasped how far they would be travelling. When Fendros had him say goodbye to his friends, it was a casual affair. Fendros would suspect that Rhazii would become upset on the road when the length of the journey dawned on him.

The pack was lined up and almost ready to go in the main chamber. They had their supplies packed on their backs, and their furs were secured snugly about them. Rhazii was walking hand in hand with Ahnasha as they approached the gate.

They had expected their farewell to be a short and informal affair with the lieutenants and Vera, but word had spread quickly as soon as Meesei had spoken of leaving prior. The main chamber was full of standing clanspeople who quietened at the pack's approach. The expressions they held were not threatening at all. Some were neutral, some were smiling, most were just uncertain. Fendros lead the way to the gate and the crowd parted for them. Ahead were Vera and the lieutenants, ready to see them off.

By the time they neared the gate, one thing that dawned on them was that Gallus' pack was nowhere to be seen. Almost on cue, a light padding of leathern footsteps ran up behind them. They turned to see the nervous Khajiit, Tzirret, now taller than he once was, slide to a halt behind the pack and leaned over to catch his breath. "Um, sorry Champion, we had to sort out...affairs before we left." Tzirret stopped to swallow, "The others will be arriving shortly."

At the gate, Oswall snorted. It was unclear whether the noise was out of disgust or amusement. It was followed by some muttering about Gallus and his conquests, or something along those lines. It was nearly inaudible due to the distance.