There was a giddiness in the air for everyone, and not just in the pack. The upcoming mission made sure of that at the least. However, the new equipment left a jump in the pack in particular. The way they felt, the way people looked at them, the way they moved in their hopefully final suits of sour in their lives -- it made them feel all powerful. Fendros stepped up in his Dunmer form, though he could have been mistaken for some sort of small humanoid dragon, clad head to toe in broad rows of near-impervious grey and blue scales. Behind his full helmet he could hear and see just as effectively as if his head was bare, and better than before at a distance. His upper body had segments lightly shimmering with a green sheen as he tested the draw of an unusually heavy ebony bow. With the special arrows he requested and the impossible draw weight in his arms, he doubted there was anything he could see that he could not wound. Janius stepped up, heralding his presence in his werewolf form by slamming a curious large gauntlet made from dragonbone on the ground. Protruding from its fully hand-covering design was a huge axe blade aligned with the point of where his claws would normally be. The rest of his dragonbone plate held a similarly terrifying visage to Meesei's, if more likely to cut a swathe through ranks of enemy daedra than to be a storm of magic. His enchantments made him fast and resistant to whatever might come his way. A hammer to the anvil that was his wife Kaleeth-Rei. The least physically imposing of them all was hardly the least noticed. Sabine emerged with a functional design for her dragonscale armour. In her Breton form, she waylaid all pushes for extravagance and replaced it with as much alchemical equipment and enchantment as she could practically manage on the battlefield. The air silently thrummed with precharged magical power that could turn into virtually anything. And in both hands was her primary weapon: The Staff of Magnus. "Look closely, siblings," Rhazii said. "That's why they'll come back."