Gallus stopped pacing and furrowed his brow. He turned his head to the notes as he silently pondered for a few seconds. Ahnasha was right. "If there were that many," Gallus began, "they would have been noticed by now. By one of the clans in Elsweyr, at least." Gallus' eyes turned to one side and his brow relaxed slightly. "Back at the Orcrest clanhome. The man I interrogated, he said he had seen people cured of lycanthropy." He stepped to turn around to Sabine, "Could this be a cure?"

"No," Sabine responded confidently. "It wouldn't...well, it could, but not..." Sabine's eyes widened and she looked over the notes again. "It is not a cure. It...I do not know, but it could do something to lycans. Something bad."

"If the lycans were cured and released, we would probably never see hide nor hair of them," Gallus deduced. He looked at Ahnasha again, "Does it say how many survived, Ahnasha?"

Janius, now certain that the prisoners were not getting up, stood and called out to the others. "These ones aren't waking up. We'll have to carry them out."

Fendros' head darted between the cages and the bottles. "Wait, they were hauling a whole barrel out to where Meesei and the others were upstairs!" He picked up his weapon. "If whatever is in there is a bad cure for lycans, we need to go and help her!"