Both Do'rhajul and Tarna proved terse with Meesei around. Granted, Do'rhajul was a man of few words in the first place, but both he and Tarna only spoke when spoken to. Meesei's reputation preceded her, even with such a close connection as Sabine between her and the both of them. If there was any consolation, the reduced chatter made dinner finish faster.

Perhaps surprisingly, there was no discussion between Sabine and her two packmates regarding who came along. She told them both to accompany she and Meesei to Thorn.

Tarna audibly sounded her satisfaction to be back in Black Marsh. Though Thorn was on the coast, she had been there a number of times with her clan's proximity. Do'rhajul was likely less comfortable but hardly the complaining type.

Sabine led them through the dim streets, past the last bustle of the evening. Mostly Argonians, as usual, with sprinklings of other races. Everyone but the blind gawked at Do'rhajul.

At last they came upon Ariel and Rukeewei's two-story townhouse. Lights still shone through the windows as Sabine stepped ahead to knock on the door three times. A patient few moments preceded sharp footsteps on floorboards from the other side of the door. The door unlatched and creaked open, revealing Ariel dressed in an apron stained with some description of green ooze. A pointed leather mask hung around her neck below her chin. Behind her came a wave of a scent particularly effective against lycan noses -- something was being pickled and that was the best any of them could immediately guess.

"Sabine?! I did not expect you to be back so soon!" Ariel laughed. "What timing you have! I was just...oh, hello?" She was distracted as her eyes lifted all the way up to see Do'rhajul. She quickly processed the others. "And Meesei! And...hello to you as well, back there?"

Sabine grinned. "This is Tarna and Do'rhajul. I spoke about them when I last visited."

Ariel went a little pale. "Oh, yes, um...Hello..." She cleared her throat. "What brings you all here?"

Sabine turned her head to Meesei.