Before splitting up, Meesei gave one of the two enchanted bone necklaces to Lorag, though she doubted they would need to use them yet. As she was walking through the street, she pulled the necklace from her satchel and grasped it tightly in her hand to test it. The enchantment she placed on it bound it to the other necklace, allowing them to be used to locate one another. When concentrating, the enchantment would give her a strong sense of which direction to go to find the other necklace. As long as Lorag had his necklace, she could be guaranteed she would be able to find him. That would not help her locate the others, but since the rival pack would need to meet back together again before leaving the city, she was fairly certain they would be able to reunite with ease.

Ahnasha found herself in the city's wealthy district, tracking the Cathay-raht Khajiit she had saw earlier. It was fortunate that she was the one to locate this particular lycan, as he would have an even stronger sense of smell than most others. Her illusion magic allowed her to mask her scent, though she relied on more traditional methods of concealment to remain hidden, in order to avoid magically exhausting herself. She was not quite sure where this Khajiit was going, and by the looks of him, neither did he. By the way he was acting, it seemed as if he either did not know what he was looking for, or he knew, but did not know where exactly it was. 

Meanwhile, Meesei managed to spot the Altmer Ahnasha had described. Just as Ahnasha, she too was able to use illusion to suppress her scent, so she did not need to worry about wind direction or using crowds to her advantage, which was fortunate, as the Altmer led her straight back into the city slums. She remained out of sight, using invisibility when necessary, or visual cover. She was able to avoid detectrion from the Altmer, but unfotunately, there were others who took notice of her. As she was waiting around a corner from the Altmer listening to him to make a move, three Dunmer men approached her from the other side. They smelled of sujamma and matze and walked together with looks of anger and disgust on their face.

"What's this lizard doin' in our part of town?" One of the men said, his voice slurred. He stopped in front of her, with the other two moving to surround her. 

"More like what's this lizard doin' in our town at all. You're a long way from your swamp, tree-licker. Why don't you just head on back?" Another added.

"No, no, I think she should stay [i]right[/i] here." The last one commented, lifting his shirt over his belt to reveal the iror dagger he had hidden underneath. "There's a lot we can do with our own lizard."

Meesei maintained a perfectly calm composure, but anger was growing within her, not because of the ignorant comments of a group of drunken fools, but because they were keeping her from her target. Right now, the Altmer was either getting away from her, or being attracted to the commotion. Either option would not be good. She needed to settle this, quickly. "I will warn you that you are making a mistake. Just. Walk. Away." Meesei said, her tone forceful. 

The drunken group laughed, while the Dunmer to her right drew his dagger before turning his expression to a glare and waving the weapon slowly in front of her threateningly. "Oh, the lizard thinks its tough? Make us."

Meesei sighed, shaking her head slightly. "Very well."