"It sounds as if you're doing well for yourself. That's good to hear," Fendros said. "Ahna is well. She has gotten much better with her magic, despite us both keeping our hands full with Rhazii. You won't believe how fast he and Kaj-Julan have been growing." Fendros turned himself to let Sabine and Kaleeth speak about those they were closer to, but he added one last thing. "The others in the pack are on a different assignment right now. We will probably end up meeting here at the clanhome again, perhaps we could all catch up."

Sabine wore a sad smile. It had been a long time since Elsweyr for her as well, though Peiter's ordeal still held a small sting in her heart. "Peiter was never the same after the battle. Life is much harder for him with only one arm. We...separated a while after we returned home. We could not stay together our pack was travelling." She looked down and up, speaking with a bit more hope. "We are still friends, even if we do not see each other as often anymore. He is still in Gallus' pack. He is finding his way."

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The bottleneck of the cave entrance, coupled with the advanced warning that they had, meant that the gate guards were prepared for the arrival of the foreign scents in close proximity. They had their spears and shields raised, even if they had nothing to look at. 

Crunching snow footsteps eventually came to the cave entrance, prompting the guards to speak out. "Halt! We know you're there!" The footsteps stopped and the guards looked left and right. "Turn and leave or reveal yourselves. You won't come a step further without our permission."

There was a pause taken, as if for consideration. The sound of one of the figures turning on its toes on the dirt scraped to end it. A calm, refined, and unmistakably Cyrodilic voice sounded out from nowhere. "Very well; Justicar Lunise? If you would please reveal us?"

A snap of green magic arced to four places on the ground, making four figures appear out of nowhere. The first was a balding, dark and grey haired Imperial in light legionnaire's armour. The armour itself was coloured dark and had the insignia of an eye on its chest. He stood with military posture, his hands behind his back, and his feet at his shoulder width apart. The second figure was also an Imperial in similar armour, though he seemed narrow-eyed and sprung. It was difficult to see his hair with his leather helmet on, but he wore a scowl and a broad nose. The third figure was none other than a Redguard in a large winter cloak. He seemed neutral, if uneasy, though the guards could specify him as the source of the lycan scent. He was a werebear. The fourth and final figure was the tallest -- a figure in a long, deliberately covering brown cloak. A bronze, pointed, and feminine chin could be seen wearing a frown below her upturned hood. She was an Altmer.

None of the figures were recognisable except for the two Imperials, who resembled the descriptions of two of the three investigators. The apparent leader, the balding Imperial, held up his hands. "We mean you no harm, followers of Hircine. We merely wish to speak with your leader, on behalf of the Emperor."