"Of course," Sabine said back to Lorag. "I shall visit many clans, I think. There are several roles I believe need filling in a new pack." She nervously smiled, glanced at Moves-Through-Grass, and turned her eyes down. "But mostly I will be looking for new friends. Prepare your best for when I shall arrive, Moves-Through-Grass, but I will select none that cannot cohere with Rhajul and me. And I may take some time to decide from all the candidates."

Conversations moved on and those at the high table relaxed into their food and drinks. Sabine spent a little more time catching up with Ciinriel and chatting with others, but the Daggerfall leader's looks did not escape her, nor did his still-visible welt from Meesei's fury. An opportunity came around when Fendros excused himself to find a seat closer to the Dunmer leadership.

Sabine caught the Daggerfall leaders' eye and gestured subtly to the empty seat Fendros left behind. She wanted to know whether the leader wanted his agenda hidden or not. Either way, Sabine still wanted to apologise to him for what Meesei did.

Meanwhile, Fendros made his way around to the quiet discussions of the Dunmer requesting his attention from before. He addressed them genially to start. "Good day my friends. I take it the hospitality has been to your liking so far?"