For the first part of their plan, at least, there were no complications. There was no magic or enchantments that prevented Sabine from teleporting Fendros and Saras back into the hideout after they had left, and the necromancer had not returned in the time it had taken them to make it far enough away from the hideout. In fact, it seemed like their worries about having already been discovered were unfounded, as they ended up needing to wait inside for the majority of another hour. 

The footsteps outside the door were easy enough for Fendros and Saras to hear. Even moving quietly, they had enough time to hide themselves before the door began to open. Saras was in one of the corners of the room, near a Falmer totem when he cast his invisibility spell on himself, while Sabine's potion would allow Fendros several minutes of time to decide how to proceed. Unfortunately, despite the hope that some of the evidence they had found thusfar might have given them, it was not an unfamiliar face that came through the door. Contrary to Saras' intuition that Hal-Neesa was not involved, it was her finely-dressed form that first strolled inside the room. However, she was not alone. Any remaining hope that Fendros might have had was dashed when Ahnasha came trailing in just behind Neesa, and with her, many more questions would certainly be raised. Not only was Ahnasha sneaking around out of the city [i]with[/i] Hal-Neesa, but she was actually grinning, and chuckled as she closed the door behind them. 

"Okay, even I'm going to have a hard time believing that one." Ahnasha remarked, to which Neesa's own sly smile became visible. 

The vampire stepped up alongside the corpse in the center of the room, observing it with seemingly no issue from the stench. "Ah, but you should know better than to doubt me. The Daggerfall Covenant lost hundreds of troops, thousands of gold, and piles of weapons all on this one commander's watch. It was a veritable witch-hunt through his ranks to uncover the traitor. It started with the officers, down through the rank-and-file, and even a stableboy was questioned before the commander himself was charged with being a spy. And all because his beloved housecat was actually an Alfiq."

Ahnasha laughed as she leaned herself back against a wall rather close to Fendros, though she showed no signs of having discovered him. "Surely if they were at war with the Dominion, then the basic forms their enemy could take would be a part of their standard training?" 

Neesa grunted. "One would think. But you want to know the real twist to the story? The commander was set to hang for his treason, but the night before, he was broken out of prison by his 'housecat'. They were married in Pact territory a few weeks later, so it seems she quite appreciated his loving care."

Though she started to laugh at first, Ahnasha just ended up wide-eyed as she thought more about what Neesa described. "I, um, but how..." She began, interrupting herself and clearing her throat. "I could have gone [i]without[/i] thinking about that, thank you."

Without a doubt, the identities of the graverobber, or perhaps graverobbers, complicated matters immensely. But, Fendros would still have a few minutes of invisibility if he wanted to continue to observe.