"Fendros, get back here!" Ahnasha said in frustration, but the lift had already started up by the time she spoke. However, she did not have time to worry about him, as the scurrying in the darkness presented a much more immediate concern. 

Saras already had his bow conjured and an arrow nocked, though not drawn. He scanned the chamber as thoroughly as possible as his eyes adjusted. "I cannot know for sure, but...it is not machines that reside in this place."

Lorag had stepped forward in front of most of the others, his hammer gripped tightly in his hands. He stared out towards the source of the sounds, but before any of the group could spot their foe, they made the first attack. From a high angle above them, an arrow flew down and struck Lorag's chestplate. With the angle, the arrow simply deflected off of the steel down into the stonework beneath him, though it still delivered a painful impact. "Gah, what in Oblivion?" He grunted. 

By this point, most of the pack could see that there was a series of Dwemer bridges and platforms above them, on which they could see faint humanoid silhouettes looking down upon them. Meanwhile two large, insectoid creatures about the height of the average person were rushing at them directly from their front. They had black shells, and two oversized mandibles that looked as if they could crush any part of a person's body. Behind the insects was a pale, hunched-over humanoid creature wearing simple rags and wielding an axe that looked to be made from the chitin of the same insects it was leading.

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Peiter looked away, though not out of any particular frustration towards Gallus himself. He simply felt general frustration towards the problems he was describing. "I'd want them to react like they would towards anyone else. Obviously I wouldn't want them shouting at me or anything, but I'm tired of being treated like I'm beyond criticism. I'm just being treated...different. It makes me feel different; it reminds me, constantly, of how different I am now."

Letting out a sigh, Peiter shook his head and looked back to Gallus. "But it doesn't matter, I guess. Even if you somehow managed to convince every single person in the clan to treat me any different, it would just be the same thing every time I meet someone new. I don't see myself getting away from it."