Hal-Neesa's apparent lack of retained memory of the pack was hard to place. If it was true, it could be an advantage should she have also forgotten their capabilities. Unfortunately, it could also mean that the details of their respective Daedric patrons' alliance also slipped away over the years. The other option was that she was putting on an act. Why she would do that was not clear either, except perhaps to send a message of how little the pack mattered to her.

Either way, Sabine took solace in her not feeling a particular gaze against the Staff of Magnus she held in her right hand.

Janius traded glances with a few cultists. He considered taking Meesei's advice and not appearing meek, but he had a feeling that bluster for the sake of interrupting a meal in progress would display more arrogance than was useful.

Once the pack had shuffled to one side by the door, Janius leant in to murmur to Meesei. "Can we afford to wait?"

"It is just a meal," Sabine whispered. "They will not be long."

Lunise opted to remain silent, vigilant, and scowling. She kept her thoughts and feelings to herself.