The prisoner shook his head. "No, none other than him. Well, there [i]could[/i] be, but not that this one has ever heard of. This general of theirs is unique in many ways. If you want my advice, do not underestimate him."

"I will keep that in mind." Meesei commented as she thought about the implications of what the prisoner described. If it was true, then it did make more sense how the Senchal clan could have been overrun. A large force with a talented leader was a combination that could overcome even the strongest of defenses. "So, where can we find this fortress, and this general?"

Once more, the prisoner shook his head, but this time in defiance. "No...no, not yet. You have to turn this one first. Turn him, and promise to let him go. Khajitt will not let his soul be taken by Vile after this."

Meesei glanced to Gallus and gave a nod before kneeling down in front of the Khajiit. She reached out to one of his arms and tore his sleeve, then cut a gash across his bicep, causing him to cringe in pain. She held her other hand over the wound and squeezed a few drops of her own blood into it. "My blood is now within you. You are not a lycan yet, but in about three days time, the condition will grow strong enough to overtake you, and you will transform for the first time. Be sure you are not close to civilization when that happens. Now, for your part of the deal."

The prisoner let out a deep, nervous breath as he thought about what was going to happen, but nevertheless, nodded in compliance. "Okay, Khajiit will share what he knows. You found a map when you searched this one's belongings, yes? Well, there is a very subtle mark on it over the location of the fortress. Bring it over here and this one will show you."

Meesei prompted Gallus to go retrieve the map from camp and, once he returned, unrolled it in front of him. "Here is your map, now where is this mark?" She demanded.

"Well, this one cannot show you like this. If you unbind his hands..."

"Do it with your toes." Meesei ordered firmly as she held the map close to his feet. After a moment, he pointed to a spot northeast of Corinthe, in the northern Tenmar forest. Sure enough, there was a small, subtle mark that had been added to the map, which would have been easy to overlook.

"So...you have the map, and you know where to find the fortress. What...does this mean for this one now?" The prisoner asked. 

"It means he's useless to us now." A voice sounded out nearby. From the direction of the camp, Jo'rashaad stepped towards them. Evidently, he had moved himself closer to them as they had been interrogating him; although, it was not certain how much he had overheard.