"No, of course not. Until you phrase it like [i]that[/i]." Neesa replied with a brief, passing glance to Janius, though her gaze quickly settled back onto Lunise. Her stare was intense, along with the agonizingly long moments of silence that accompanied it before she finally spoke again. "Whether you are truthful or not, you make sure to stay on your best behavior, [i]child[/i]. You are new to my home, so I will give you the fair warning that I do not take kindly to troublemakers." 

Following her threat, Neesa abruptly disengaged from the conversation, or any real interest at all in the pack. She left them standing in silence as she finished up the large bottle of blood she had been drinking. She took her time, and ended up finishing the last drop just moments before her husband returned to the chamber. He said nothing, as merely being present was enough to alert Neesa that the altar was ready. "There we are, it looks like we are ready. Soon enough, you will finally be able to say that you have spoken to an actual, [i]powerful[/i] Daedra. Or you will be dead; it is really all in Molag Bal's hands at that point."

The location that Hal-Neesa and Llarvan guided the pack to was far down, deep into the xanmeer. Meesei did not know the structure's layout, but she would not have been surprised if they were being taken to the absolute lowest floors in the underground complex. Although, it was also one of the larger ones. Meesei could not so much as guess its original purpose, as the cultists looked to have repurposed it beyond any recognition. The walls were smooth, and any carvings they once held had been removed. Instead, the walls were decorated with paintings depicting all forms of violence and suffering, including one, rather graphic painting at the back of the chamber that depicted the corruption of Lamae Bal. There were also a variety of ornate spears, blades, and maces hanging on the wall, all with strange, spiky designs. They all appeared to be inspired by what Meesei recognized as descriptions of the Mace of Molag Bal, though none appeared to be the mace itself. 

In the middle of the chamber, near the back wall was the altar. It was near completely black and had a sculpture of Molag Bal's head with blood pouring from the mouth into a spiky basin below. There were a few other, robed cultists in the room, along with one near the altar with an Argonian standing beside him. Unlike the rest, the Argonian was wearing little more than rags. His scales were pale, though was far too gaunt and weak to be a vampire. His hands were not bound like a prisoner, but he made no effort to move anywhere. The robed man next to him wordlessly held out a curved dagger to Meesei as they approached the altar. 

Despite their surroundings Hal-Neesa still carried a smile. "And here we are; it looks like everything is ready for you. Just make the sacrifice on the altar, and we shall see if lord Molag Bal decides you are worth his time. Make sure plenty of blood gets into the basin." 

While Meesei did take the dagger in her hand, she froze in place in silence, and with a blank expression. Slowly, her eyes moved between the members of her pack, and to Lunise.