Thankfully, Meesei's words were not quite as heady this time. It was a sobering thought that the clans that had been forming were all for a great harvesting of souls, but the way Meesei put it gave them hope to counteract it. As for the experts to find, there were no immediate responses. Oswall raised an eyebrow at the mention of no further great tragedies, despite Irenya's conspicuous absence. Vera had the side of her fists over her mouth in thought. Darahil put aside the flask he held and straightened his back to be the first to speak.

"I may have been away from the academic community for decades now, but there are a number of skilled mages amongst the clans of whom I have occasionally corresponded with." Darahil folded his hands together. "I lose myself no pride by admitting that there is one that I know with more knowledge in some areas than myself. I am a working mage and an Ayleid archaeologist, but a battlemage like no other currently resides in a wereboar clan near Anvil. Her techniques are traditional, but I would wager that she would even give you a challenge in a duel, champion." Darahil leaned his head back slightly and the corner of his mouth twitched. "She is an Altmer named Resara." Though it was subtle, Darahil seemed more facially emotive in his description than he had been for the entire day.

Following odd looks in Darahil's direction, Vera raised her head to give a slow response. "Jerrick used to work with a few smugglers in the early days of the clan. I believe they still operate in the area between Cyrodiil and Skyrim." She gave a tired breath and looked down. "They might have some contacts to find us some organised criminals. Perhaps lycan ones, if we're lucky."

Oswall crossed his arms. "That still leaves a spymaster."

"We may have to ask the other clans for one such as that," Vera said. "It would make sense for such people to not have a reputation."