"I see," Ariel's eyes glanced to the alpha's wounds again. "For you, a brew to resist it may be made from Corkbulb root, Netch leather and Guar hide. It's simple to make, I can write the recipe down for you. If made properly, a dose should protect you for about an hour. As for what I intend to do to stop my coven, well... while inert in it's final form, the process for making the gas is very unstable. If they are making it on the scale that could fill these crates, then it would simply be a matter of sneaking in, like I did here, and setting some fire runes down where they are needed. With that, the runes will trigger and the whole laboratory will go up in flames. After that, I will find Lilia if she survived and... tamper with her memories." Ariel seemed less tense now as she explained. "It might sound a violent way to go about it, but in the time I have been away from it, I have come to realise just how evil my coven has become. Siding with a particular daedric prince was a death sentence anyway. How they were corrupted into agreeing with Vile is evidence of just how wrong they have become."

"Still," Ariel paused, "I cannot help but feel guilty for your wounds, if it was my gas that brought them about. If I can help in any way, I would be glad to."