Mora's primary eye, along with a few of the smaller ones, focused on Oswall as he gave another gurgling hum. "Your mortal souls offer...power. More than he needs to have." As knowledgeable as Hermeus Mora was, it seemed that he was just as cryptic as most of the other Princes, and he did not seem to have the patience to hold a conversation with a group of mortals either. "You have the knowledge you need. Any more you want from me must be...earned."

Without any further warning, the mass of tentacles before them retreated back into the black book, which promptly closed on its own. Mora had left them with many questions, but if he was being honest, then they apparently had all of the answers they needed. Most of Meesei's pack had at least somewhat calmed by the time Mora left, but there was still a silence in the room after he was gone until Meesei started to give her answer to Vera.

"The Deep Elves were the Dwemer. Mora referred to this sphere as a key, so I would guess that it gives access to a Dwemer ruin. One which would serve as a good stronghold for us." Meesei explained. 

While Meesei spoke, the Altmer silently grabbed a rolled up paper from another of his companions, then unraveled it on the table next to the black book. "Here is your map." He said simply. It was a fairly basic map of Skyrim, but there was one point of interest clearly labeled "Raldbthar" in the mountains between Whiterun and Windhelm.