"Of course, moving the encampment is a higher priority," Gallus clarified with a nod. "And finding out more about this gas is important as well, though we do not know how long that will take. Especially with many of the alchemists busy healing. Apart from sending a scout to look from a distance, it may be a better idea to defer action until the encampment is moved."

Gallus looked down and rubbed under his collar, lowering his brow with a thought. "On the note of the reinforcements...Ri'vashi?" Gallus turned to the clan leader, "Do we still have the numbers available to ambush them? Should we try at all if they are potentially equipped with more gas?"

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Fendros pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and ran his hand up his face and through his hair, facing forward again. "You have to know! It's..." Fendros cut himself off and huffed. He took a breath to try and calm down so he could think about an actual answer. He eventually opened his eyes and resumed.

"Call me an ignorant fool if you like, but I've heard plenty of stories about necromancers in Morrowind from my parents." Fendros brought his knees up to lean his elbows on them. "They start off wanting to do something important to them, like gain immortality or bring their loved ones back from the dead, but...something changes them. Something drives them to -- maybe it's out of desperation -- they end up disregarding the lives of others. They start by taking people that are inconsequential to them, like slaves or criminals. As they go, they take the lives of the criminals' families, innocent strangers...even their own servants." Fendros sighed and shook his head. "It sounds hysterical, I know, but the insidious thing is that it happens so slowly that they never realise what they become. It's like those people from the Molag Bal cult, in that Xanmeer. They were so callous, so...uncaring and selfish around other lives. Most, if not all of them, I'm willing to wager, started off as fine people."

Fendros raised his head and looked to Ahansha again. "Up until now, Ahna, it's been quiet acceptance of what you have been doing." He looked down and up. "Now, though, I guess I feel like I need to know where your boundaries are with this. When is your research going to start impacting bystanders? At what point will you need resources that you can't get without doing something horrible? If you want to know about what I think the 'dark path' is, I just don't want to see you become...detached."