"A 'yes' was all I needed to hear, Meesei," Gallus assured. "I will sort out a guide myself."

Oswall's face had darkened. He punctuated Gallus' remark with a low, growling hum. "Son, I thought you had given up ideas of finding some lost child. You cannot save every unfortunate soul made from this war, much less made by all lycans."

Gallus turned his head to Oswall only after he had finished. "Are you going to stop me, father?"

Several tense seconds passed as the father and son stared one another down in their seats. It was ended when Oswall let out a sigh and tightened his lips. "I shall not," Oswall spat. "You need to learn this lesson on your own, as usual." He dismissively flicked a hand. "For the Huntsman's sake, at least take the time to find a guide. You might be experienced in travel and ranging, son, but do not think the marsh will be within your capabilities."

There was no snide comment from Gallus, only an understanding nod.

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Janius remained still and frowning during Saras' recollection. Apart from the occasional blink, he did not break his gaze from the Dunmer.

"I...am unsure what to say." Janius finally looked down into his drink. "I've never met anyone from the Dark Brotherhood before. You only hear sinister things about them, but...if they were your family, you, uh..." he lifted his cup, speaking into it. "...Have my condolences." He swigged a mouthful, unsure whether to be sympathetic or otherwise.

Janius eventually thought of a question to escape the awkwardness. "Were you turned before or after the attack?"