Once on the deck, the slavers halted the group, then opened up a hatch leading down below. As the stairs were not exceptionally wide, they were led single file down, first to the crew deck, then to the deck on which they were intended to spend their entire journey. It was a deck that was dark, with only small amounts off light filtering in through the floorboards above, and almost entirely empty apart from two support columns near the center. The slavers shouted for them to stand precisely in rows, exactly where they were told. On the floor beneath them, there were chains attached to the floorboards, which could then be attached to their shackles. Once they were all in position, the slavers attached the chains to the shackles of every other Khajiit to keep them securely in place. Once all of their "slaves" were secure, the crew members headed back up to the upper levels. As much as the members of their clan among them would have liked to stay to comfort their captive brethren, they were forced to follow as well.

What became immediately apparent once they were locked into their positions was how little room there actually was. To say that they were shoulder-to-shoulder was no exaggeration. Those who were at the edge of the group did have some room to move, but the chains kept those in the middle from moving too far. And, it was made worse by the fact that they were all wet from having to wade through the water, and given that nearly all of them were Khajiit, they would all be wet for some time. Nevertheless, the captives all started to settle in as best as they could. Overall, sitting down was more comfortable, but it made the issue of space even worse. They had almost nothing in the way of leg room, so they had to accept that their legs would be pressing against those around them. 

A few minutes after she sat down, Ma'tanza began looking around the large, compact group more and more nervously. [i]"Tzirret...do you see M'ibasa anywhere?"[/i]

Above deck, the slavers were loading the last of the Senche into their cages. They all had iron collars that were indeed enchanted, though only with simple illusions. Their crates of supplies and equipment would be loaded next, during which time all of the clan's "slavers" would be required to pack away any weapon larger than a knife. It was a measure meant to protect Orub's crew, though being unarmed would matter little to a clan of lycans. 

Since Meesei was already unarmed, she looked briefly to Colors and Gallus nearby. "I believe I will head down to our room now...dear." She said, barely able to get out the word without a break in her tone. "Feel free to visit if you like, Gallus."