"That could work. We might also try asking Marcaille." Ahnasha suggested. "She mentioned rituals that can track people. Using that shield we recovered or, well, anything in this camp. I'm sure there's a lot here that belonged to them." 

Meesei took another long breath in and out, clutching the ring tightly in both hands. "We are going to do exactly that. We are going to do both. We are going to do everything, and I mean [i]everything[/i] to find her. I don't care if I have to mobilize every single warrior, scout, and spy we have in High Rock. All of Tamriel even. We are going to find Sabine, and we are going to make them regret every single cut and bruise she has a hundredfold."

Meesei spoke with a fiery, unbreakable determination. To her pack, it would not be a surprise the lengths she would go to in order to help Sabine. Although, her dedication could potentially be harmful. She was going to order every person and resource she could get her hands on to help in the search, and anyone who might protest her orders would be met with the unchained wrath of a desperate mother. For the moment, she started to create a portal back to Blackreach. She had orders to give. 

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There were not too many hours left in the night, but whether she slept or not, Sabine would be able to notice something interesting by morning. Her wrist irons had been enchanted to drain her magicka, but she would not feel quite as magically "empty" as she might have expected. The manacles drained her magicka, but not [i]quite[/i] fast enough to fully overtake the deep connection that she had to her magical energies. It seemed as if the enchantment was not made strong enough to completely drain a mage of her strength. With the magicka she had, she would be able to manage a single, reasonably powerful spell. However, it would, of course, take quite a while for it to recover. That spell, if she decided to cast it, would have to be made to count. 

It was somewhat later in the morning when the camp finally awoke, apart from the Redguard, who had been given the last watch. They all took their time having their breakfast; mostly mutton, by the aromas that reached Sabine's nose. They spoke for a while among themselves, out of earshot of Sabine, until they were finally ready to deal with her. Four of them approached her: Arinette, Do'rhajul, and the two Orcs. All of them were fully armed and equipped this time, likely as a precaution against any surprise attacks.

Arinette was the first to speak. "Did you have a good rest? No, don't bother, I have only one question for you right now. The only one that matters. You have had plenty of time to think, so I am giving you this one chance to answer correctly. My quarry is the Champion of Hircine. In exchange for your life, will you give me all of the information and aid you can to allow me to kill her?"