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As soon as the door closed, Shir switched off her lightsabers, then picked up the blaster rifle off of the ground and handed it back to Tactus. She nodded affirmatively as the Human, Tyrell, explained his plan. At this point, nothing was guaranteed, but his plan seemed to give a reasonable chance for survival. Since the passageway did not yet have any branching paths, Shir quickly took the lead at the fastest pace that Tyrell could keep up with. From the shaking, and the strongest disturbance in the force Shir had ever felt, it was easy to tell that the battle was still raging around them. Even if they escaped, there were still a myriad of problems they would have to solve once they were away from the temple, but there was still a chance for success. Still rushing through the corridor, Shir gave her own introduction. "It is good that we have your knowledge, Tyrell. My name is Shir-Val-Kuul, Jedi Weapon Master. I have been fighting in this war since its beginning, so I am familiar with the clones: their tenacity, their dedication. They will not stop hunting us, and they are all familiar with Jedi, having fought alongside us. Once we are in the undercity, we will need to resist the temptation to attempt to escape the planet immediately. If they have not locked down every transport, then they will be tracking and monitoring them all. You live at the temple, do you have any connections, or knowledge of where we might secure transport to a different part of the city?" She asked.

"And you as well." Ahnasha responded. She wished she could say more, but she could think of nothing that had not already been said. It was almost depressing that they could do nothing to influence Monderyn. Llarasa seemed to be saying that he was slowly getting better, but what if he ended up reverting back to violence? Ahnasha felt sympathy for Fendros' family, but she could only imagine how much worse it was for Fendros. Ahnasha was an action-oriented individual, and she could not stand the thought of just leaving this situation as is. However, she had to remind herself that interfering might only make it worse. After all, if there was anything that could send Monderyn back to violence, it was seeing Fendros. At the very least, Fendros was able to have some form of closure with his sister. "Just...take care." She finally said, reluctantly deciding to leave the situation alone. --- "Sabine, you are definitely _not_ a child, but..." Meesei began, letting out a small sigh as she lightly placed her hand on Sabine's shoulder. "...your concerns are not baseless. You were put through far more hardship than you ever should have been, and it stopped you from learning some of the things that others would have. But that does not mean you are a child, it just means you will need to work hard to learn what you have been missing. Perhaps now is a good time for me to answer some more of your questions? Oh, and I would not be upset if someone a lot older than you calls you a child. That is simply how some people are. If I were to return to my village, I would wager that the elders would still call _me_ a child." She explained with a supportive grin.

Ssarak Dyreackthanose --- As Ssarak feared, the situation did deteriorate quickly. Fortunately, their intimidation did at least bear some fruit, as two of the guards fled before the fighting could begin. This left their numbers evenly matched, but a fight was now certain. As Ssarak already had his weapon drawn he was ready to react immediately, even if he would rather not fight at all. The robed man tried to claim that he was actually a demonomancer, but there was no way he could convince Ssarak of that. He had felt the pressure against his ward, not to mention how he was influencing Alaira. It was the same kind of misdirection Ssarak might attempt himself, even if it was less subtle and, to Ssarak, less convincing. _"Do not believe him; he is a psychomancer."_ Ssarak warned telepathically to the others just as the guard captain began to rush him. However, he did not know about the illusory demons, so if any of his allies did not trust his word completely, he would not know to convince them that they were not real. Still, given how he was harming Alaira, Ssarak knew that it would be best to attempt to deal with him sooner rather than later. The guard captain's swift charge gave Ssarak little opportunity to deliver a blow himself, as his maul required more time to deliver a full swing than a sword. Despite his rage, the captain at least seemed to be fighting intelligently by closing the gap and preventing Ssarak from using the advantage of reach. Even so, Ssarak was undeterred, as fighting in extreme close quarters was not something he was unfamiliar with. The head of his maul required force to move around its greater mass, but the haft of the weapon could be manipulated fairly quickly, especially while pivoting about its point of balance in the head. Holding his weapon horizontally in front of him, Ssarak quickly moved it down once he saw that the captain was thrusting towards his hand, then snapped it up to clash against the blade with the haft of his weapon, which absorbed the majority of the force from the attack. With his gauntlets protecting his hands, Ssarak was comfortable moving into a counter. Continuing the motion of his initial block, he pushed the haft of the weapon up and to the right, with the head remaining relatively stationary. This pushed the captain's sword out of the way for a moment, giving Ssarak a chance to retaliate. Using the momentum he already had, Ssarak turned his upper body and charged forward, leading with his left shoulder. This meant that most of his body was at an angle to the captain, so his attacks were more likely to deflect off of his armor, rather than imparting the force head-on. He hoped to use his superior strength and sheer body mass to knock the captain over, and give him the advantage.

"Hurt you?" Ahnasha commented, clenching her fists without noticing. The idea that what happened to Fendros would cause him to be so angry made no sense to her. She could understand some anger at the situation, certainly, but to go so far as to hurt a family member? Even if she did not know Llarasa, she was Fendros' sister, so Ahnasha felt herself grow angry as well. "That...I don't understand. He knows the truth; surely he has to realize what would have happened if he stayed. Fendros would certainly be dead, and some of you might have been killed as well. I can understand having anger and sadness at the situation, but..." Ahnasha stopped herself and let out a deep breath. Even if they did want her opinion, it was not truly her place to make any decisions in this situation. "So...you don't think there is anything that can help him?" She asked. --- Now that they had spoken to the guard, they had the rest of the day to do as they pleased. It was an option to see about teaching Sabine more about being on her own in a city, but Meesei was also concerned about the situation with Fendros' sister. They did not have to return immediately, but Meesei did want to at least check back at the inn soon. For the moment, however, Meesei noticed that Sabine seemed notably depressed for an unknown reason. "Is something wrong." Meesei asked.

Ahnasha nodded, then moved from her place on the bed to sit down next to Llarasa. When she picked Rhazii up off her lap to hand her to Llarasa, Rhazii started to giggle, as he was about to be able to fulfill his curiosity. As soon as he was in her arms, Rhazii tried to reach up to grab her face, though his arms were not nearly long enough. Nevertheless, the cub was undeterred as he started to grab at the fabric of her dress. Ahnasha chuckled. "Rhazii has to be the most curious cub in Tamriel. Though...that is probably something every mother says. He always so energetic, in the morning, the afternoon...the middle of the night. I didn't expect parenting to be easy, and he certainly enjoys giving us a challenge. Are you very experienced with children?" She asked. --- "Eh, it happens." The Nord responded in a dismissive tone. "You'd be surprised how many lost children we see in a month. And I can say that pretty much all of them get returned, if not by us, then a concerned citizen, like with you. This is a big place, with thousands and thousands of people moving through it at any time. Kids get lost, and we help find them. We're here to serve the citizens, after all. Not that you should be going around _trying_ to get lost or anything. We do have crimes to deal with. Just stay with your, uh..." The woman began, scrunching up her face as she tried to decide what to call her in relation to Sabine. "...just stay with her."

Ahnasha scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. The story of their romance wasn't, well, romantic, at least not its beginning. Although, Llarasa did not precisely ask for the story of their initial encounter, so she did not have to start with that. "Ah, well, if you want the story of how we fell in _love_, it is not that special, really. We spent quite a lot of time together; every day, in fact. Living in a pack out in the wilds, you are always with each other, you rely on each other. For most, it creates a sense of family that is stronger than simple blood relations, but for us, it was something more. It started out as just close friendship. Honestly, it did not take him too long to get over his former notions about Khajiit, all things considered. We headed into Morrowind not long after he turned, and we always found ourselves together. Being in his ancestral homeland gave us quite a lot to talk about, and we talked quite a lot. Sometimes, long into the night. Crossing the ashlands was difficult, to say the least, and we passed through some of the most desolate parts of Vvardenfell. Honestly, it was a bleak, depressing place, but even without trying, Fendros kept up my spirits in a different way than the rest of the pack could. By the time we reached our destination, we just kind of...knew. Of course, there was a reason that we spent so much time together. That reason eventually became the fact that we greatly enjoyed each other's company, but at first..well, I was kind of...already pregnant with our son, your nephew, Rhazii. That story doesn't have _quite_ the same romantic charm, unfortunately." She explained, giving a slightly embarrassed chuckle. --- Meesei and Sabine left the inn to inform the guard to call off their search. They had initially told one of the guards in a different part of the city, but Meesei reasoned that it would be quicker to simply go to the nearest guard tower in the Market district. The guards had messengers, so the word would likely spread quickly no matter where they went. Fortunately, the guard towers in each district were located at the walls dividing the districts, and with how much they had looked around before, Meesei was able to guide them directly to it. Stepping into the tower's front room, it was actually a guard who saw them first. She was a Nord woman in full heavy armor, apart from the helmet, sitting behind a desk with a mass of paperwork in front of her. There were markings of rank on her armor, though that seemed to mean that she had to deal with considerable logistics for her district. "Greetings citizen, do you have any trouble you need to re...hey, you look like a girl we're meant to be finding." The Nord commented as they stepped up to the desk. Meesei returned a smile. "Yes, this is Sabine. We became separated before, but someone found and helped return her to us." Meesei explained. "Ah, well that's good, at least. I guess I'll have someone send word to call off the search." She responded, making a quick note on a parchment to her left before leaning forward on her desk with her hands clasped together, looking at Sabine with a grin. "So, what kind of trouble did you get yourself into?"

Ahnasha became almost as nervous as she could possibly be once Fendos started to give the full explanation. She was anxious enough that she had to remind herself to breathe. For many, the reaction to hear that they were talking to a werewolf was fear, followed by running, fighting, or at least sweating and nervousness, depending upon the person. Fortunately, Llarasa remained calm, perhaps because it was her brother she was speaking to, not a beast. Even so, it was not a pleasant conversation, and the periodic shouting upset Rhazii enough that she had to rock him in her arms to quiet him down. Finally, it seemed that the conversation was making progress. Fendros was able to hug his sister in their mutual sadness. Being away from his family, he could not have known how deeply his loss would have affected them, and for a moment, Ahnasha's thoughts shifted to her own family and what they might have went through. Her worries were short-lived, however, as she snapped back into the moment once Fendros said her name. At the very least, Llarasa seemed to be more open-minded than how Fendros described the rest of his family. When she offered to shake Ahnasha's hand, she took a moment to shift Rhazii in her lap so that she could hold onto him with one arm, then returned the handshake. "Likewise." Ahnasha responded. An awkward silence followed, as none of them seemed to know where to go from there, so Ahnasha quickly decided to break the silence. "I...am sorry for all of the pain this has caused you. Leaving one's home and family...it is _never_ easy, but there was no other way. Newly turned lycans, they are dangerous, primal, and indiscriminate. They are what give us our...reputation. Like the one that attacked Fendros. It had been killing in the area for a while before it attacked him. We had been trying to find it, but...we were too late. This...condition was not something your brother chose; it was forced upon him. I wish things could have been different, but..." She began, looking down at Rhazii, who was now chewing on the end of his tail while staring at Llarasa with a curious gaze. "...there has been good to come out of it all." --- Meesei smiled and nodded to Sabine. "Of course...though that will take some time to teach, and we may not have time here in the city. We might have more of a chance to practice once we reach Bruma, but I can give some advice. Unless you live in the city, you are not going to just _know_ your way around without a map. Every city is set up differently. Often, you have to ask for directions. You have to be comfortable talking to people. Although, you have to be cautious of _who_ you speak to. Guards can be a good first option. Speaking of, we asked the guards to look for you, and they are likely still doing so. We should go tell them that you have been found."

Just as Ahnasha feared, she had nothing she could say. It was difficult to even be a comforting presence for Fendros, given the tension in the air. Llarasa was very understandably distraught, but even more concerning, at least to Ahnasha, was how she said his brother Monderyn took his departure. Unlike Llarasa, he knew the truth, and he was still apparently angry at Fendros. Of course, they still did not have the entire story. It could have been that Monderyn was just angry at the situation and was taking it out on Fendros, or perhaps Fendros did not know enough about his condition at the time to give a good explanation of why he _needed_ to leave. In any case Fendros could at least attempt right now to calm his sister. Whether or not he could actually change anything about his brother would have to wait until later. As for what _exactly_ Fendros should tell her, that was just as difficult. Telling the whole truth would give important context for why he left. Had he not, it would have been very likely that he would have killed one or more of his family members before being killed himself. It would make him seem the least selfish out of any excuse he could make. However, there was no way for Ahnasha to know how Llarasa would take the news of his lycanthropy. Fendros knew her better than she did, so she would just have to trust in his judgement. In any case, she could provide support to whatever story he told. --- As Fendros and Ahnasha went to deal with Llarasa, Meesei stepped into the nearest room they had rented for the night. More stress had been piled onto her than she could have ever anticipated when she woke up that morning. She sat down on the bed and let out an exhausted sigh before Sabine nervously approached. The situation with Fendros' sister had distracted her enough that she had a few moments to calm her emotions and speak to Sabine with a more level head. "What I care about most is that you are safe." Meesei said before reaching out and lifting up her chin to look her in the eye. Meesei's expression was serious, and her voice firm, but not angered. "But do not run off again, not in a city, not yet. It takes time to learn to navigate these places, and there are plenty of people out there who might trick or otherwise hurt you. If you are lost, guards may help you, but even some of those are corrupt. I forgive you, Sabine, but if it happens again, I will not just let it go. Understood?" Meesei's own fears aside, she understood that Sabine was, and very well should be, becoming more independent. She was quickly becoming an adult woman, but right now, she was still dangerously inexperienced. Her childhood had already disadvantaged her, and she needed to be eased into responsibility. If given too much as once, she could very well end up hurt, or worse.

Meesei's advice was a bit more complicated, and perhaps contradictory to Janius'. She made sure to move closer to him and spoke more quietly so that his sister could not discern what she was saying. "I would not go in with too many assumptions. That letter you gave your brother, we don't know what, if anything, he shared with her. I would try to get a sense of what she knows and what she thinks. If you can find out what she thinks about you, then you might have a better chance of calming her. As for telling her the _whole_ truth...I'll leave that to your discretion." Lorag scratched the back of his neck awkwardly once Meesei was finished. "I...uh..." He began, though he went nowhere with the thought. He had never planned to return to Cheydinhal after joining the Legion, so the whole "emotional reunion" thing was something he never had to worry about. Even if a reunion happened, it probably wouldn't have much emotion. Similarly, Kaleeth had no advice, but for different reasons. Meeting with her family again would be a joyous occasion for her, so she did not know how to deal with this painful one. Ahnasha took Rhazii in one arm, then reached out and lightly grabbed Fendros' hand to catch his attention. Her gaze was sympathetic, and her voice quiet as well to hide her response. "Do you want to handle this alone, or...well, I don't know what I could do, but I could be there for you." She said. Likely, she would just end up standing around awkwardly saying nothing, but at the very least, if he decided he needed to start making excuses, the presence of his mate and especially his son could be helpful.

Anything that Meesei was going to say to Sabine was put on hold with the very last part of her explanation. She knew Fendros' family lived in Cyrodiil, but she had certainly not expected to run into them in the Imperial City. Doubtless, it was the last thing Fendros expected as well. "Your sister?" Meesei exclaimed at the same time as Janius. Looking to the door at the end of the hall, Meesei realized their conversation had likely been audible to whoever was inside, just as they had heard the sobbing from within. Had they been passing through Cheydinhal, Meesei would have prepared for this, but as it stood, they had limited options. Whether they tried to leave the city immediately, or attempted to confront her, leaving things as they were would likely not be an option. Meesei looked at Fendros with a serious, but concerned expression. "You know her better than I. Do you think it would be better to attempt to address her?" She asked more quietly. At the moment, this was all a very delicate situation, with many different ways it could end. There was a possibility that it could end up like their meeting with Ariel, with both Fendros and his sister ending up better off for it. Unfortunately, there were also many other possibilities that could leave one or both of them in a great deal of emotional pain.