"Clavicus Vile," Fendros repeated to himself. He cast his mind back to the book of Daedric princes that his father kept. Clavicus vile was a mischievous and silver tongued Daedra. One who conned and misled. Apart from that, the only thing that Fendros could glean from the book was the diagram depicting a small horned man by a dog. It had seemed to be the least threatening of all the Daedric princes, but that was likely part of his act. It was a Daedra after all, there would have to be power involved. To think that this was erupting into a war was cause for concern, but with what Meesei said about them all playing a role, he couldn't help but think that there would be very few things able to stop them after they had been through hunting this Orc. Fendros was still lukewarm towards Hircine, but he felt there would be no harm in trusting in the judgement he seemed to have.

With Ahnasha reaching for the meats Janius had prepared the night before, everyone seemed to be reminded that they were hungry as well. Breakfast ensued as each pack member collected a portion for themselves in turn. Fendros and Janius lightly roasted theirs as usual, Fendros keeping himself from drooling at what Ahnasha was eating as they sat next to each other while he waited for his breakfast to cook. Sabine offered Meesei a portion to eat as well, sparing her the trouble of getting up.

It didn't take long before the smell finally caused Lorag to stir. Funnily enough, his injury had not taken away his humour as he beheld Meesei. "Aww, we couldn't quite get rid of ya, huh?" He said with a grin and well-meaning sarcasm.

"So, Meesei," Fendros started as his curiosity rose, "Tell us more about this audience you had with Hircine. Did he say anything else?"