"Perhaps, perhaps not." Meesei commented to Gallus as she walked around the prisoner. "He will die, yes, but there are worse things than death. If you cooperate with us, Hiritus, I will allow you to die on your own term. Painlessly, with your soul going wherever you like. If you fail to cooperate, however, I will be sure to capture your soul and use it to enchant a cheese knife. Do you know what happens to one's soul when it is used to enchant an item?"

Hiritus gave a single huff. "Oh, that's a tough one. Let's see, does it...go into the item?"

"Yes and no. The soul's energy goes into the item, yes, but the remainder of it, the essence of who you are? It goes to a place called the Soul Cairn, a desolate place of eternal torment for those unfortunate enough to find themselves there." Meesei explain. 

"Hmm, doesn't sound much worse than the hunting grounds, or Vile's realm for those who've failed him, so...I'll be fine staying silent, thank you." Hiritus responded defiantly. 

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"That...is sensible, yes. It's just...the things I have always been told about the Dunmer and the Khajiit, as well as the Argonians. It feels like it has all been lies. It all seemed true enough in Senchal, with the thieves, outlaws, and skooma users on the streets, but nothing else since then has made sense." Irenya explained. 

Irenya looked directly at Fendros, finally seeming somewhat confident in making eye contact. "After thinking on this for so long, I just did not want to leave things between us, and your...mate, as they were last time we spoke."