In the Hunting Grounds, the camp was every bit as busy as when they had left it. While Sabine was rounding up the rest of their pack to meet in Meesei's tent, Meesei herself went back to the Silent City to request the presence of the last person she needed to speak to. The rest of the pack was in camp and ready to retire for the night, so it was not difficult for Sabine to find them and bring them to the tent. As it was an officer's tent, it was large enough to have enough room for them all, even with Meesei's belongings. Aside from her bed, there was a decently-sized table and a few chairs in the center, along with an enchanting table and a small collection of books tucked into one corner. 

There would be enough time for Ariel to get through greetings and briefly catch up with a few members of the pack that she had not seen in a while before Meesei rejoined them. Though, with Hal-Neesa in tow behind her, Meesei supposed that was not who Sabine expected would be joining them. Most of the pack went silent and seemed more guarded the moment they saw her, with the exception of Ahnasha. Meesei was not sure if Sabine had told Ariel anything at all about the vampire, but she supposed it might be best not to tell her anything more. 

As opposed to taking any of the chairs, Hal-Neesa opted to move to the corner, standing with arms crossed while casting a disinterested gaze across the others. Meesei, however, moved right to the nearer end of the table. "I apologize for the wait, and...I think I will avoid keeping you in suspense any longer. It is probably best that I just get straight to the point. I recently visited Artaeum, and learned something both illuminating and troubling about myself."

The mention of Artaeum was almost casual by Meesei. She did not dwell on it, but it was enough to raise even Neesa's brow as she continued. "It relates to my soul. I learned it is not nearly so normal as I had thought. I am sure most of you know that, unless there is something else that draws them in, Argonian souls naturally return to the Hist upon death, and their memories and experiences return with them. My soul, it seems, was forged intentionally by the Hist with the latent memories of hundreds, maybe thousands of previous Argonian lives. I cannot recall these memories consciously, but they allow me to re-learn anything those lives once remembered very quickly."

Meesei hesitated, just for a moment. It was painful for her to deliver this news to her pack, but they deserved to know about it. She had considered that it might be better for the battle ahead that they not know, but she did not feel that this was a secret that would be right to keep from them. "But there is a cost. A soul was not meant to exist in this way, and it is unstable. My living body is all that is holding it together, meaning that, if I were to die, my soul may be destroyed entirely."