"I understand." Meesei nodded to Fendros and Janius. "It is fortunate that Rhazii was too young to remember anything about Neesa, but you may need to convince him of how dangerous she is. Believe me when I say that I do not relish the thought of her being so close to our families, but I think we should all keep in mind the alternative. If Vile wins, he will ultimately claim their souls. And our own."

While most of the pack was rightfully hesitant to want to be around Neesa, Kaleeth looked more uncertain. "I want to help, but is there anything I could really...do by coming with you?" She asked. 

After a moment's thought, Meesei shook her head. "Unfortunately, not likely. If there was any danger from her, you would need magic resistance to help face her, but it would not likely be a good idea to have a 'friendly' conversation with her in full armor. But, I would appreciate it if you could go speak to the council and inform them of what transpired. I am sure we will need to have multiple meetings about all of this, but I suppose they should at least be able to start thinking about it."

With some dread in her eyes, Meesei sighed, then faced Lunise and Sabine. "Well, I suppose we should make sure our guest is settled. Hopefully, there has not [i]already[/i] been a disaster." 

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Meesei did know approximately where Lorag would have taken Neesa, since they did have rooms that were usually set aside for guests from other clan, though she did not know which specific room on the floor Lorag would have selected. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, it was not terribly difficult for them to discern where they had gone from Neesa's muffled voice barking out orders through the walls. 

If there was some good news, it was that Neesa had not already turned violent. Although, when Meesei and the others stepped in the room, they found she was practically tearing it apart as she examined every detail. She had opened up every one of the Dwemer drawers, cupboards, and other containers, and half of their contents were floating telekinetically around her. She seemed to show no trouble precisely manipulating multiple objects at a time, all while complaining towards Lorag. "Forks? Why are there drawers full of forks? In my room? What am I going to do with a Dwemer fork, much less five of them? And these floors, they simply won't do. I loathe walking on stone barefoot. I shall require a few rugs, and new blankets while you're at it. My preference is in Khajiit quilts, but I suppose Altmer cloth is an acceptable substitute. How much of this are you getting, Orc?"

Lorag, standing in the corner with his arms crossed, replied quite tersely. "None."

Neesa sighed. "Of all the..." She mumbled before her attention finally fell upon Meesei, Lunise, and Sabine. Of course, she did not care to actually greet them. "You Altmer tend to have decent heads on your shoulders, can you remember any of this?"