Perelain looked to Vera with a distinct confidence in his expression. "I know beasts. No matter where they come from, they act in the same ways. There is always a danger when taming predators or other large creatures, but I have done it countless times. If I have a place to raise them, and learn about them, I know I can do it without any special danger. If these savage Falmer can raise and maintain their chaurus, then I know we can do it too."

Since none of the other lieutenants had disagreed with Vera, Meesei gave her input. "Then I recommend searching around for volunteers to help you with this. We can assign a few warriors to keep you reasonably safe outside the city, but I would rather that everyone involved with the project be aware of and accept the risk. And of course, if there is a risk, I expect you will be the one taking it."

"Yes ma'am. I have a few people in mind. I will not let the clan down." Perelain answered before taking his seat. 

Since there were no other major projects that would require the attention of the scholars, it seemed like they would be devoting their resources to the animonculory. However, there were still other matters to discuss for this meeting, chief among which was the issue that had been at the back of their minds for months. "For the next issue...Marcaille, do you have any news to report on the soul-tearing gas?" Meesei asked. 

Letting out a sigh, Marcaille placed her notes on the table so Vera and her lieutenants could pass them between one another. "We have learned about the gas, but not nearly enough. My notes describe exactly what will cause it to transition from liquid to a gas, exactly how fast it spreads and how long it takes to dissipate. I have estimates on how long it takes to kill and the minimum fatal dose, but we're not any closer to finding an antidote. Determining the ingredients used to make any potion or poison is very difficult by itself, and this one is particularly stubborn. But, I'm almost positive that some, or maybe even all, of its ingredients come from Oblivion itself. The way it reacts to different conditions is very...otherworldly. The only ingredient I can say it contains with any level of confidence is probably spiddal stick. It's one of the few ingredients that can cause that liquid-to-gas effect that the soul-tearing poison has. Glow dust and ectoplasm can also do it, but it's harder to get those on a large scale. Unfortunately, knowing that hasn't helped. Anything that we could normally do to stop it from turning to a gas doesn't seem to work. It also doesn't help that we're running very low on samples. We're being as conservative as we can, but sometimes, we have no choice but to use some of it for our experiments."

Meesei was disappointed, but understanding in the lack of results. There was a great responsibility being placed on their alchemists, and the task they needed to complete was difficult. "We can instruct the other clan, and particularly Hircine's non-lycan followers, to capture samples of the gas whenever possible, as long as we can establish a secure supply line to have the samples shipped to us. However, I believe there is something more we can do. Finding a solution to this gas is among our highest priorities, and we need to take every available option we have. This gas was likely derived from the suppression gas, so I believe we need to enlist the aid of the suppression gas' original creator."

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Letting out a sigh, Saras somewhat reluctantly agreed, finding no excuse he could use to refuse. He did not actually mind drinking with others in his free time, but Janius' outgoing enthusiasm for it reminded him of what he viewed as some of the drunken Nord louts in his own clan. Regardless, he complied and grabbed a mug for Janius. "At the very least, there is nothing threatening us at the moment. The Silent City is acceptable, by the standards of underground lairs."