"I see." Ariel nodded and curled her lip, "If it will help, then it sounds like a good idea." While she still didn't have a complete understanding of what the ritual would involve, or what might come out of it, Ariel decided to trust Meesei's judgement. The Hist were generally benevolent, as far as Ariel knew, it wouldn't be as if Sabine would be giving up her soul to a being that would lock it away forever.

They continued to walk until the topic subsided. "Now that you offer to answer questions, might I ask you some things about Lycans?" She started cautiously, "I have a few questions about them. I suppose you could say that I've garnered an interest in them on an academic level." She reassuringly but her hand on Meesei's arm for a moment, "rest assured, I won't be trying to find a cure any time soon, but it is..." She lowered her hand, "... an interesting condition."

Ariel went on to ask Meesei a number of different questions about both the physiology of lycans, as well as their behaviour, any effects on lifecycles of hosts, the way instinct plays a part, the amount of control that could be had over one's beast spirit, lycan society in general, and a plethora of other inquiries. Some of the questions may have regarded areas that Meesei either didn't know about or hadn't even thought about. They sometimes resolved to be inconsequential to most lycans, or were more concerned with a scholarly understanding rather than a practical understanding. While she asked all of these questions, Ariel was attentive to every answer, if they were given. 

The questions were cut off as Ariel mentioned that they were getting close to the coven. In the distance, there were a few torch lights that illuminated the walls of and old keep. The area was still a mushroom forest, but it wasn't as heavily vegetated as the hunters' cave. In the air, various smells could be perceived by a werewolf nose. Alchemy, fire, ritual. The darkness that was washing over the area as the sun all but disappeared hid host other things. "Keep your eyes peeled," Ariel mumbled in warning, a detect dead spell brightening in one hand, "The coven has sentinels patrolling this wood in the night, they will be sending them out shortly."

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Chuckling, Fendros wrinkled his nose at the smell of Lorag's ointment. At least it was probably helping his knee. Lorag's condition had continued to improve during the day, by the looks of it. Nevertheless, Fendros couldn't help but feel like it was Lorag getting ganged up on now. He decided not to compliment the young complexion of his knee today.

Instead, he finished his final mouthful of dinner and leaned over to Ahnasha to read the bottle over her shoulder. It did seem a bit strange to have a remedy for ankles in particular. "Maybe that's what her customers complain about the most when need something like this." He said, before cocking his head to one side, "I can't say I've seen my mother pregnant, but both of my parents preferred massages for their aches. Helped with the stress, they said."

"Hold on, I thought you had younger siblings," Janius interrupted, "Wouldn't your mother have born them?"

Fendros sat straight again with an amused grin, "If my mother had conceived that many children in such a short time, she would have been the first ever Dunmer to accomplish such a thing." Fendros shook his head and his smile faded, "no, my brother and sister were adopted." He paused for a moment to look into the fire and wonder what his old family were up to. The way his father and mother would react could have gone either way, but his sister and brother had most likely got past the grief by now. He wondered if his brother had changed at all without him around.

Feeling a slight pang of grief again, Fendros decided to turn the subject. "Lorag, Janius, I don't think I remember asking about your old families. If you don't mind?"

"Nah, I was an only child of a fighter's guild guardian and a courtier, not much to say. I don't particularly miss them." Janius said, staring into the fire without much of any sadness in his voice.