The council leaned in to see the location of this promised safe-haven. Those who were standing stepped up to the table to look over the shoulders of others.

"Dwemer. The missing dwarves?" Vera at least understood that much, but she wasn't any more sure of the situation. She leaned back in her seat and leaned her forehead on her wrist.

Darahil sat up straight and breathed in, but he stopped as his eyes found the robed servants still in front of them.

Vera took notice, turning her head to the Altmer and trying to level her tone. "Is there anything you can tell us about this place?"