"It would be safest to remain discrete," Ariel answered and then smiled. "At least until after their bed time." She stood up. "Very well, we should head home, then."

"Do you have a new home?" Sabine asked.

"That's right, we do," Ariel said. "When Rukee and I decided to have children, we knew we would need the extra space. We've been there for so long now that I forgot you haven't seen it yet. It's modest, but it suits us just fine. I shall give you all a quick tour once we're there. Up now, girls! time to go."

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"Hm," Gro-Tagnud tilted his head to try reading the notes from where he stood. "Let's list off these gaps, then. Connecting the dots from here to Vile, the first unknown is how fast we can get men between the planes." He looked to Ri'vashi. "Reports on the oblivion crisis told of portals spanning eight people standing shoulder to shoulder. Are those the kinds of portals we're dealing with or are they more along the lines of those ones your champion uses?"

Teroiah crossed her arms. "Those portals may be of a theoretically arbitrary size depending on the power available. However, one should not expect the kind of permanent oblivion gates of the style seen during the end of the third era. Every daedric prince has their own style in showing their capabilities. I have not heard of an army being sent to the Hunting Grounds before, but we are as likely to get a great glowing stone gate as we are to have a massive cliff racer swoop down from the sky and burst through the earth to swallow the army whole, only to find that the insides of its stomach are the Hunting Grounds after all."

Gro-Tagnud lifted an eyebrow. "What's a cliff racer supposed to be?"

Teroiah scoffed. "It's not important."