Laying with his front on the grass, Fendros had his eyes fixed on the gatehouse. He turned his head slightly to Ahnasha but did not turn his eyes to her. If the timing was as it should have been the gate should have been opening by then, but it wasn't. Not yet. "Wait for it," Fendros whispered back. He would give it another few seconds. If there was no sign of the gate opening, he would try sniping the men on the walls to distract them from whatever troubles the werevultures might be having.

Back with the ritual, Sabine had poured her magical energies into the soul gems in front of her just as well as she could. The power glowing from Meesei was beyond anything she had witnessed being channelled before. Sabine thought that it must be taking immense levels of control to make anything stable from it. Though, she still had faith that it would work. Meesei was the only person she knew would would even possibly be able to do it. Apart from maybe those people from Molag Bal's cult, but Sabine put those memories out of her mind as quickly as they came.