Each of the addressed leaders gave confirmation and went off to begin carrying out their tasks. Gallus, once he had made clear that there was no escape for the navigator, decided to let him go and lead him less threateningly back to his cabin so that he could plot another course, leaving a couple of guards watching over him. Gallus was curious about this cargo situation as well.

The warrior led Meesei into the cargo hold without hesitation. When they were almost there, he spoke up, "We were searching through crates to find any last slavers, but there was a detail that we didn't count on." The Bosmer finished when they reached the bottom of the stairs. Across the hold, a few unsure looking fighters were keeping an eye on the contents of a large, tall crate they had pried open. Inside, there was four terrified looking Khajiit; two Suthay-raht - a man and a woman, a female Ohmes-raht child, and an nearly elderly female Ohmes. All were seated and pressed against the furthest wall of the crate with no clothes. They were so emaciated that not even their filthy fur hid the shape of their ribs. They had been wallowing in their own waste for a while, producing a disgusting smell. Their chains and lash scars marked them as slaves.

"They're not from the clan, champion. They're not lycans," the Bosmer explained.

Upon glimpsing Meesei, the Suthay-raht male pleaded something in desperate Ta'agra. His throat was dry from dehydration.

The Bosmer thought to translate, "He says for us to please not hurt his family, that's all they've said so far. What should we do about them?"

It was in that moment that Gallus walked up with slow steps. His face was stern, but his eyes were wide. "Divines above..." he breathed.

Fendros paused in the hard work of breaking chains to wrap one arm around Ahnasha's neck and give her a quick kiss on the underside of her snout, before running his hand over Rhazii and Newt's head. "Understood. I should think Janius and Kaleeth will be relieved to see Newt safe. Well done, you three."

Once he finally was able to get out of the hold, Tzirret tried heading for the place at the bow that people normally relieved themselves on ships, but found that there was a predictable line-up. With a sigh, he did what a number of people already did and just took a porthole and a crate to prop up and use the side of a ship. Afterwards, he headed back to the hatch of the hold. There were a few people gathered, waiting for friends and family, but a memory came back to Tzirret that urged him to do otherwise. Ma'tanza was probably looking for M'ibasa. Tzirret decided to head back into the hold to help, not being too bothered about finding Ma'tanza first.