Gallus was glad to see that Ri'vashi was able to close a trap around Dro'cahi as soon as he questioned the defences. Still, he did prefer to keep a larger guard presence at the clanhome. While Gallus was willing to compromise he wanted to make absolutely sure that everyone understood the importance of having this stronghold taken.

"Be that as it may, the same can be said for the warband." Gallus angled his head forward and lifted his brow. "What this force is walking into is a chance to permanently cripple Clavicus Vile in this region such that no siege army could be staged within the entirety of Anequina. An assault on such a stronghold as this requires nothing to be done by halves." Gallus turned his wrist to offer a hand towards Dro'cahi, "A few groups of men could mean the difference between a swift victory and a bloody stalemate. If we overcommit to our defences, we may not have the army on the walls at the strength it was in the first place, when they return. Then the clanhome will be at more risk than ever."

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The whole situation was so ridiculous that Sabine couldn't help but continue giggling as she was carried. She never expected anyone to treat her like this.

When the finally reached the bath chamber - grateful they were for it despite its size and depth - Sabine anticipated the cool water against her itching skin. However, when La'khay spoke up, Sabine was in a good enough mood that waved and regarded her with a smile. "Good afternoon, La'khay," she said brightly. She then looked to Peiter, "Shall we say hello...? I mean..." Sabine grinned, "I order you to take me over to La'khay."

Sabine, too, was curious about the Khajiit woman that La'khay was holding so closely. "What is your name?" Sabine asked, "I am Sabine."