Gallus pushed off the table and looked at the ceiling for a moment. He quickly started to conjecture, "Well, the obvious answer would be to put feral lycans close to populated areas. If there's an upsurge in werewolf attacks with lots of dead evidence, then the local authorities might start hunting for us. I'm willing to bet that Vile has men on the inside of those authorities to push all the right decisions." Gallus turned to one side and started to pace around while looking at the floor. "If they have suppression gas in this room, it would be easy to subdue them until release."

"It is not that," Sabine spoke up without turning around. Everyone looked to her as she pointed to the bottles. "That is not the suppression formula."

"It isn't? Then what is it?" Fendros asked.

Sabine hesitated to answer, "...It does something else. Something similar, but..."

Fendros walked up to the notes. They made about as much sense as before. "What does it do, Sabine?"

"I do not know," she mumbled nervously. "It affects a beast spirit. That is all I know. There are ingredients here that I do not recognise."

Meanwhile, Janius gave a thankful smile to Kaleeth and stepped into the cage. He squat down beside the unconscious Khajiit woman and shook her shoulder. "Hello? Anyone in there? We're here to get you out of here. Come, wake up."