Meesei continued to look on, still smiling. "You know, it does not make the decision easier when you say that all of the options are just as appealing. Although, I certainly agree. Thorn is perhaps the most beautiful place in Tamriel, but it is also hard to deny a relaxing evening in the hot springs. And our clanhome, well...you shall see it momentarily regardless. The air can be cool away from our city, but not too uncomfortably so. It does not experience the biting cold of Skyrim, at least."

Pausing a moment, Meesei lightly chuckled. "I think I should teach you how to be a lycan. You, well, I could see you standing out as much as I do when I visit Alinor. We are a people who come from all places, all walks of life. Nobility and paupers, farmers and warriors, anyone can acquire the condition. Walking among us, you can see influences from everywhere, and yet those influences do not dominate the culture. I think my most helpful advice for blending in among us would be to...erase about how people can or should behave. There are no singular proper manners, or way of approaching one another. Among lycans, it does not matter who you were, or what family you were born into. The only measures of a person in a lycan clan is who they are now, and what they can do. How they help the clan an its members to survive. Lycan clans, we have a sort of loose culture of our own, one built around our shared challenges, and how we overcome them. Essentially, if you think that your clothes and mannerisms are entirely un-presentable in Dominion society, then you will probably blend in just fine."

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"I'll start on it as soon as I can." Marcaille answered. "But as for knowing where we are, it's hard to say if they do. That kind of scrying isn't always exact, especially from very far away. All the way in High Rock, where they are, I'd say they could know that the Champion is in Skyrim. Probably. I guess she could be anywhere right now, since we don't know where she is, exactly. That would also make it difficult for them, the fact that she frequently moves across Tamriel without a second thought. It would make scrying attempts much more scattered. If they were closer, in Skyrim, and tried it while the Champion was also here, they could probably find us. Hopefully, they haven't already done that."

Lorag huffed. "Whether they know or not, if we can deal with 'em soon, then it won't matter. So let's assume that Sabine or Meesei are going to be helping Ahnasha sneak in with that book. How are we gonna do it? What are the rest of us going to do? Are we going to be waiting at a distance to jump in if something goes wrong, or what? Let's get the details sorted."