By this point, the initial shock of Mora's arrival was beginning to wear off. Vera in particular was uncomfortable with what she was hearing. This daedric prince was asserting all of these things regarding her clan, half of which she didn't understand.

Vera leaned over the side of her seat towards Meesei, switching her eyes between the strange sphere and Meesei's face. "Champion, I don't understand," she hissed as if she could confide without the mass of eyes and tentacles listening in. "Deep elves? Attunement sphere? What is going on?"

"What will happen?" Everyone's attention was drawn to one voice that spoke out without fear. Oswall had his head angled forward into a serious expression at the eye that stared at him. It was unclear whether his courage was rash or justified. "If Clavicus vile harvests our souls and succeeds, what will happen?"