Fendros nodded and turned to leave, stopping after a motion to encourage Rhazii to stay with Ahnasha and Newt.

The ship did not leave much more carnage after the initial few minutes of the ambush. With the captain and most of the crew dead, much of the time before it was deemed safe was the moving of bodies and a fine search of the ship's various hiding places. Gallus emerged before he was found and was of course directed to Meesei, bringing the terrified navigator with him. Gallus came upon Meesei in the captain's cabin, receiving reports from the fighting team leaders and from werevultures that had flown from the other ship.

"Greetings, everyone!" Gallus said with a grin, leading the navigator in at knife-point, "A job well done by all! Couldn't have expected better." Gallus leaned his head around the navigator's shoulder, "Navigator, you've met Meesei, why don't you introduce yourself to everyone else?"

In spite of Gallus' entrance, a clan warrior jogged into the cabin a couple of moments later. He was a tall Bosmer, nude after transforming. He looked to Meesei with a worried face. "Er, Champion, there is a situation with the cargo? We found something you should see when you have a moment."

After Fendros had climbed up out of the hold again, it was barely ten minutes before he returned, back in Dunmer form. The efficient clearing of the ship meant that it was deemed safe in no time at all. Fendros brought with him a smile that he shot at Ahnasha, but also a splitting block and a sledgehammer in his arms and hands. Another warrior followed him with a fine-toothed saw and a crowbar. Fendros breathed in and announced to everyone, "The ship is taken! Anyone who needs help to be freed, we'll come forward to break your chains! If there are any mages amongst you that could help save time, please do not hesitate to help yourselves and others!"

Upon hearing the announcement, there seemed to be a wave of relief that stretched across the dim hold. Tzirret especially felt himself relax again. Ever since his claustrophobic panic attack, he had been on edge, right up until then. As he had been released by Ma'tanza, he was free to go right then and there. He considered waiting for her to finish unlocking shackles with her magic, but he did [i]really[/i] need to find the latrine. He started moving, deciding that he would catch up with everyone later. Unfortunately, everyone else had the same idea, causing a loud series of shuffling and chatting as most of the hold stood up at once. The chatter and crowd would thin eventually, especially with the number of people deciding to simply transform. For now, though, the murmurs were punctuated by Fendros slamming down a hammer, his comrade sawing between wrists, or people's manacles buckling with the crowbar.

Fendros himself found it odd that he would ever be in this position; a Dunmer breaking the chains of slaves. Sure, it wasn't quite the real thing, but there was an amusing irony to the image, given his family history.