For a moment, Meesei tightened her grip on Sabine’s hand, then finally reached in her other hand to pull Sabine into a hug. It was somewhat awkward through the bars of the lift, but Meesei still held on for what felt like an eternity. Many of the others were, at least for a moment, speechless. Kaleeth’s eyes held a sadness one would not have thought possible on her crocodilian visage. Lorag shed what might have been tears for perhaps the first time in his life, at least that others had been able to see, though his rage towards their enemy also grew even stronger. He looked like he wanted to tear apart anything he could get his hands on that was even remotely associated with Vile. 

Meesei did, however reluctantly, eventually release her grip on Sabine. She took a step back and finally allowed herself to look at each member of her pack in turn. “I…will not try to lie and pretend this will be easy for you. At the top of this tower is Clavicus Vile, the source of everything we have fought against. He is a god, and it is difficult to even comprehend the power he holds. But you are not alone. Our lord Hircine stands with you, and in your hands, Fendros, you hold the power to bring a god to his knees. I can feel…content to leave you now, because I know that you [i]can[/i] do this. You can do what [i]no[/i] others can. You are the sharpened teeth of Mundus itself, and you will prove Vile’s arrogance when you tear through his throat. Our war against Vile has been a struggle fit for the greatest legends in history, but this last battle is your story. I am simply proud to have been a part of it.”