"Morale is invaluable, but against that gas? It just means our warriors will die in a better mood." Ri'vashi sighed. "Still, we do have at least a few small advantages. Using the automatons on the surface would be like sending a signed letter to Do'rhajul himself telling him to search every Dwarven ruin in Skyrim, but we can use them defensively, at least. They can keep troublemakers away from the entrances, without arousing suspicion. Otherwise, we have made the decision to call on Hircine's...other worshipers for assistance. A lot of the warriors won't like it, your father didn't like it, even Ri'vashi doesn't like it, but we all agree it is necessary. Lycans don't tend to like working with lycan hunters that may have once killed their friends and family, but the gas does nothing to them, so they can make attacks more safely."

As much as Ri'vashi liked to vent her troubles, she had to agree that the prospect of discussing something else entirely was even more appealing. So, she certainly did not dwell on it when Gallus changed the subject. "Ri'vashi spent quite a lot of time getting to know her peers, yes. At least as much as they would let her. Saras and Darahil are both similar in that they do not let people get close to them. Though in Darahil's case, there may not be a such thing as 'close' to him. This one is not entirely convinced that he actually feels emotions. It makes him quite reliable, though. Your father, well, meeting him answered many questions about you." Ri'vashi smirked. "But there are a lot more people in the clan than its leadership, and Ri'vashi would call a few of them friends, thank you very much. She can't get too close to her soldiers to avoid any claims of favoritism, but there that Bosmer couple that helps Peralain raise the chaurus, there's that representative from Black Marsh, and she even tried to speak with Ariel's husband for a while to try to help him get more comfortable in this place, but he might still be afraid of Ri'vashi."