Ahnasha was closer to the back of the hold, so she did not notice him until he was about halfway through the room. Although, once she did see him, she held up her hands above the others around her. “Fendros!” She shouted to grab his attention. 

There were a few others between her and the edge of the group, but since several of the Khajiit around them had transformed to free themselves, they had some ability to make room for him. She did not even need to ask to know why he had run down to the hold with them, so she moved to the side slightly so he could clearly see Rhazii and Newt. “We’re all fine down here. Is everything going alright upstairs?” She asked, holding her shackles out to him so that he could free her.

On the top deck, the slavers were being cleared almost before they knew what was happening. Between Janius, Kaleeth, and the Senche Lorag released, they were overwhelmed by opponents who could each individually overpower them with ease. Meesei faced no resistance as she simply walked to the stern of the ship to the captain’s quarters. He had locked the door, and while she easily could have kicked in the door, she decided to use an alteration spell to unlock it instead. Once this was over, they would still be using the ship, so she wanted to minimize damage. 

On both ships, several of the slavers attempted to climb up the rigging in their futile attempts at escape. Uthri climbed up after them on Meesei’s ship, and on the other, the Bosmer lieutenant Miranor took it upon herself to take care of them. She started making her transformation, but as her scent had indicated before, she was neither werewolf, nor werelion. When her body started to shift, it was feathers that began to cover her. After a few seconds, the form she took was that of a werevulture. She spread out her massive wingspan and took to the sky, circling around to one of the climbing sailors, grabbing on to him with her fierce talons, and pulling him down into the water below.