Peiter shook his head. "No, I...don't think I should be there. That's not my place." He answered, matching her tone. Though, it was uncertain if he was being genuine. He had not completely finished his meal, but gathered up what remained and quickly took his leave as Meesei and the others were starting to walk away. It seemed like he did not want to give her any time to try and persuade him. The guard could not be very expressive in his armor, but what Janius could see of his face showed that he was uncertain. "It's...hard to say much about them really. Most of them were Imperial, I think. One Altmer. He seemed to be the leader. At least, he was the one talking to us. They approached calmly, said they did not 'intend harm', and surrendered immediately. They said they wanted to talk to you specifically, Champion. They haven't tried to do anything to us yet, but we're still assuming they're dangerous. We have their hands bound, and are keeping them under guard." "Excellent, it is good to be cautious." Meesei responded. "But in this case, I believe I have been expecting our visitors. I have already called for a meeting with the Alpha and her lieutenants, so I would like you to have our visitors escorted to our meeting chamber. Under guard, of course." The warrior looked even more confused than before, but he was not about to question Meesei's order. "Of course, Champion, right away." From there, Meesei and her pack split from the warrior and headed up to the meeting chamber. Vera and her lieutenants, along with Ri'vashi had evidently been waiting for a while. Pierrette had been considering sending someone to find Meesei before they arrived. Meesei explained what was happening quickly, though it was only a few minutes before the warriors arrived with their intruders, so they could see them for themselves. It was hardly standard procedure to bring a group of prisoners straight to the clan's leadership, so most of the warriors looked to be on edge, though all four of their robed guests seemed perfectly calm. The Altmer among them took a step forward, and did not so much as react when the guard to his right took a step forward as well and tightened his grip on his spear. Meesei, who was sitting at the head of the table, acknowledged the Altmer with a nod. "I am Hircine's Champion. I hope you can forgive the nature of the welcome you received, but I believe you should explain your reason for being here." "It is my understanding that you have been expecting us, Champion of Hircine." The Altmer man answered, still without much of a hint of emotion. "It would be best to get straight to our business. It is not us who has an interest in speaking with you shifters, but rather the one we serve. If you will unbind my hands, I will give you what you need." He explained. The Altmer held his hands up in front of him, which were tied together by rope at the wrists. Meesei gave a nod to the guard beside him who, albeit reluctantly, untied the knot as requested. Without any further words, the Altmer reached into the large satchel he was carrying over his shoulder and produced a rather sizable black book. It was rough looking, with a symbol printed onto the front too worn to make out from across the table. However, it was not until he placed it down at the center of the table and opened it that its true nature became apparent. The book was almost like a portal, from which a writhing mass of tentacles and floating eyeballs emerged. It filled the entire space above the table, and was contained within an ever shifting green and black aura. The eyes looked in all directions, at every one of the onlookers, though the largest, double-irised eyeball at the center of the grotesque being focused directly on Meesei. The first reactions of the guards was to raise their weapons towards the monstrosity, but none dared to make an attack. Meanwhile, each of their black-robed visitors dropped to their knees to bow before their lord. It spoke in a deep, almost gurgling voice. "I...am Hermeus Mora. Guardian of the unseen, and...knower of the un-known."