Ahnasha nodded along with Janius. "You might be right. Actually...you know what, that had [i]better[/i] be it, or something like it. Because if the forgemaster dragged us all down here for nothing, I might just have some anger to take out on him. I have, uh...something I need to be doing." She remarked, her voice rather suddenly becoming softer and more calm. 

"Relax, the man ain't that stupid." Lorag remarked. He was not outwardly showing the kind of curiosity or anticipation as most of the others, though he did seem to have a keen interest in watching the nearest forge. "He wouldn't risk wasting the Champion's time, or ours. In case you've forgotten, we're in charge of this whole place, and he's...what? The third forgemaster we've had in the past two years? He'll make it worth our time." 

It might not have been fair to say that the forgemaster had understated how long the pack would be waiting, with how vague he had been, but they did end up waiting more than just a minute or two. Still, it was not more than ten minutes later that the door finally opened, and what it revealed would likely overshadow any agitation that the wait may have caused. 

Meesei led the way through the door, no longer in her Argonian form. Janius had been correct in his guess, though it was no normal suit of armor that the forgemaster had crafted. Meesei's werewolf form was now armored in a suit primarily crafted from what could only be the bones of a dragon. The bone plates covered the majority of her imposing form, though at the joints and at any gap in the armor, one could see chainmail that appeared to be made from pure ebony. It was hard to identify many of the bones on sight, as they had likely been grinded into more ergonomic shapes, but they fit together well-enough for her to retain most of her range of motion.  This was not likely the first time that an armored suit had been made for a werewolf with particularly good control, but it would perhaps be a safe wager to say that none had ever been crafted of such fine materials. Even her claws were now tipped with the claws of a dragon. Of any type of armor that werewolf could wear, bone did seem like a fitting material, and the fact that said bone was stronger than any metal seemed fitting for the Champion of a Daedric Prince. 

The helm of Meesei's armor looked to be made from at least a portion of one of the dragons' skulls and covered the majority of her head, which obscured Meesei's own reaction to the armor. However, the forgemaster himself wore his pride openly in his expression as he walked out alongside Meesei.