Deciding that she should at least starting to attempt to get to sleep once more, Meesei laid herself down on her bed again. She was laying on her back, staring up at the ceiling with her arms crossed across her chest. "There is no way to say for certain, of course, but I believe we will be remembered. Our actions may not be written into the history books of the Empire or Dominion, but among our kind, it will be hard to forget. This war has been unprecedented, and when it comes time for our souls to enter the Hunting Grounds, we will see how our actions have been judged by the eternal souls of all of the lycans in his domain."

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La'khay grinned, wrapping her arms around him to touch him more intimately. "Well then, if this will be the last, then this one will make it memorable." She said before taking a few steps back, then shifting herself into her werelion form.

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The next morning, the clan, for the first time in months, moved from its outpost to head east towards the city of Senchal. It was a frightening, or at least worrying experience for many in the clan. They had become so accustomed to hiding that any movement outside the territory they had selected for themselves seemed dangerous. But, they moved with as much caution as was possible for a group of their size. They had scouts forming a perimeter around the bulk of the clan to serve as an early warning for any dangers they might encounter. 

As expected, the trek to Senchal lasted several weeks by foot, but it was nothing that they could not accomplish with the supplies they had on hand. They had, after all, been building up as much of a surplus as they could since they had settled in the outpost. The real boon of the journey was that they encountered no serious dangers for its duration. There were a few instances of scouts encountering potentially dangerous wild animals, but none ended with injury. There were also no signs of Vile's scouts in along the path they took, so at least so far, it seemed as if they had not been detected. 

Eventually, the clan came within range of the city, though they stopped and made camp near the coast at a location that was a few hours walk from Senchal's walls. While it would have been more convenient to leave from Senchal itself, even the corruption in that city was not enough to allow the passage of such a large volume of slaves without being noticed. As soon as they could, the clan began the process of arranging their departure. Meesei and several others joined Colors in the city to arrange a meeting with Colors' contacts, while others began the work of selling most of what the clan had brought for more food and water, and a few supplies As they hoped, they were able to find a ship to which they could sell their lumber for a fair price. Any scrap metal they had on hand was sold to blacksmiths, and since they could not bring it with them, most of their normal clothing, sleeping bags, and tents were broken down for leather and sold as well. Unimportant trinkets with any value or significant weight were also sold wherever a buyer could be found. As for what they purchased other than water, they made sure that all of those playing the part of the slavers had the appropriate attire. Since Colors' contacts were slavers based on coin instead of race, the clan also had a few select Khajiit among the slavers, including the clan's sole Senche-raht, S'nishi. As much as Ahnasha wish to avoid acting as a slave, she reluctantly decided to join the majority of the clan's Khajiit in submitting herself to the temporary bondage so that she could watch after both Rhazii and Newt. 

At present, the clan was all gathered together, about to ready themselves to assume the roles of slavers and slaves. The slaver group was properly dressed and armed, while the slaves had naught but their fur. Their food, the weapons and armor that they were not currently using, and other supplies were packed away in crates. All of the shackles and iron collars were laid out on the ground in a clearing, though it would be another hour or two before the clan would need to bind themselves together. 

In Senchal itself, Colors, Meesei, Fendros, and Gallus were at the docks, about to head to the meeting to finalize the deal. Colors had already met with representatives of this captain, and both parties were already aware of the terms of the deal, but after this meeting, they would be getting on the ships and heading to pick up the clan. They were to meet in a private room in one of the dock's inns, though they were presently standing just across the road.

"Alright, so...we should probably all make sure we're clear on the story." Colors commented nervously as he stared down the building before him.