Meesei nodded in agreement. "Yes, we must not get ahead of ourselves. There are several matters we should probably tend to before meeting with the clan's leadership again. I want to make sure we have a way to ensure our food stays preserved. We can...technically sustain ourselves on spoiled meat, being that disease is not an issue, but that would not be good for morale. I think I will search for a magical, or perhaps alchemical solution. If we are to attempt this plan, it would also be wise to mask our scent. Very few who are not lycans can tell what we are by scent, even among Vile's minions, but I would rather not take any chances. I believe I will contend with those issues, while you seek out Colors. If he knows anyone who may deal in slaves, tell him to join in our meeting tomorrow. I would go search for him down in the camp. Just look for attractive women; he is bound not to be far behind." She suggested with a slight chuckle. 

Once the two separated, Meesei went about finding someone who could help with the matter of preserving their food for the journey. Naturally, her thoughts turned to Sabine. She had heard her mention that she was working on a way to keep their bodies cool in the tropical head, so it was possible she already had potions that could do the same for their provisions. Since her and Peiter's room was nearby, she decided to first look for her there. She had to search around to jog her memory on which of the rooms Sabine and Peiter had selected, but eventually made her way to the room and knocked on its door. She thought she heard something strange inside as she approached, but did not think anything of it at the moment. 

Just as they had planned, Peiter and Sabine had mated several times over the course of a few hours. Their first encounter in the river had been in the morning, and it was already well into the afternoon. There were a few mistakes on both their parts, but overall, he was thoroughly enjoying himself. The exertion of it all was starting to fatigue him, but each time they took a break to recover and recharge, the allure of the sensations he could expect would draw him back in. He did at least feel like he was improving. They went undisturbed for a while, but it was in the height of one of these encounters that Meesei came knocking at the door. 

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[i]Turn herself into lightning? That cannot be true, surely?[/i] Ma'tanza responded in disbelief. [i]"This one has heard rumors about her, yes. Rumors about her being a powerful mage, but that sounds like fantasy. Maybe she could demonstrate her power, if she ever has the time for it?"[/i]

Although Tzirret's fear was visible in his body language, none of the others had yet commented on it, perhaps because they were too preoccupied with the conversation. Qa'habi was the next to answer him. [i]"There are lots of other rumors about her too. Some say she had to kill this giant, powerful Orc lycan hunter who was possessed by Clavicus Vile himself, or something like that. Then she received the Ring of Hircine from Hircine himself. Some people don't think she's the real Champion, though. Qa'habi has heard some people say she just found the ring and made up the story. Or that she's an illusionist that's been pretending to be powerful. This one heard these three Altmer say they would each challenge her to a duel if they ever saw her. It's strange they haven't said anything about it yet. Everyone knows she's here."[/i]