Ariel nodded. From pockets, both hidden and apparent on her robe, she pulled four different kind of potions, a satchel containing a few ingredients, a dagger tha she had done well to hide up her sleeve but had no qualms about putting down now, and finally a scroll. She had her own shoulderbag, like Sabine did, but it was larger, and when she placed it on the ground, it clinked as if it contained similar equipment to what Sabine used regularly. She hesitated before slipping off her robe, obviously not used to being threatened as such. All that was left were her fur boots, which she took off as well, and her undergarments, which didn't appear to hold anything.

[i]Janius was right, this woman [/i]is[i] the spitting image of Runt,[/i] Fendros thought, [i]why would she risk coming out here after scarring Runt's mind so?[/i]

The robe that the Argonian woman passed her was smelly and bloodied, but if it was the price of gaining this pack's trust, and of her life, she would bear it. After she dressed the robe over herself, Ariel put her hands up again. "I won't do anything, I promise." She said, "I didn't come here to harm anyone." It was then that Ariel thought of something to at least try and convince the leader of the group, "If I intended harm, I would not have come alone. Anyone who knows about werewolves would be dead if they tried to attack a whole pack on their own." Ariel's voice was still fast, but it seemed as though she had calmed herself from the shock of the initial alarm. "Please, with all the werewolves in the city, I thought that maybe Sabine was among them. I had to know."