For Meesei, even if the information was not as extensive as Gallus had hoped, it was still much for her to process. She instructed a few of the others to start wrapping up the body for transport back to the stronghold, then took a moment to think. Much of what Gallus explained supported what Meesei's informants across Tamriel had been suggesting for the past few years, while other details were new, and even confusing. 

"There are many alchemists in Tamriel." Meesei commented. "But a shipping clerk? That is a strange combination, I would say. Perhaps he had some other talent of which Hiritus was not aware? Regardless, searching for alchemists does make sense with respect to other developments we have seen. It is possible they required the expertise of these alchemists to help reproduce the suppression gas. Sabine has been regularly exchanging letters with her sister, with no hint of any trouble, but there are certainly other alchemical experts who could create such a mixture, especially if they had samples of the gas, or any base knowledge of its ingredients. It is possible that some of that knowledge survived our attack in Vos, perhaps in the form of whoever supplied the ingredients for the witches? But this 'culling', it is a surprise to me, honestly. It seems so...simple. Vile just wants to kill all lycans and harvest our souls? Clavicus Vile is known to be more subtle and cunning in his dealings; this culling seems almost like something that would be perpetuated by Molag Bal, or Mehrunes Dagon. This war in general has never matched his behavior throughout history. Perhaps I am simply applying scholarly theories where I should not, but it seems like there would have to be something more to his plan. Something even his own followers would not know?"

Meesei breathed a sigh, turning and looking down on the corpse that was halfway to being wrapped in a large cloth. "Well, regardless, whether it is the final goal, or just a step along the way, we know that Vile's followers fully intend to kill us all. This war will be fought for our very existence."

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Jo'rashaad was quite obviously uncomfortable. He did not seem overtly angry that the conversation had shifted to such a topic, but he did not actually respond directly at first. He continued to avoid eye contact for a few seconds before taking in a nervous breath. "Yes, um...thank you. This one thinks we will be alright; our bodies were not harmed permanently. We are still a family, and we are all still together. It will just take time."

While he was making an effort not to seem ungrateful for the advice, Jo'rashaad certainly wanted to shift the conversation in any other direction. Taking a few brief glances around the room, his gaze finally settled on Rhazii. "So...is there anything this one should know about little Rhazii? Anything special, or different we should do?"