EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

While not exactly pushy with his ideas, Colors was certainly willing to defend them. "Whose to say what is appropriate or inappropriate? People drink all the time, and no one really has a problem with that. They drink to influence their mind, to loosen themselves up to do things they normally wouldn't, or experience things they normally couldn't. They drink to enjoy themselves with friends. What makes that any different from using something alchemical to do the same thing, as long as you don't sneak it into someone's drink or anything. If everyone involved wants to do it, can you really say there is anything wrong with it?" Colors asked.

Color's overall tone and attitude remained overwhelmingly positive, regardless of any potential disagreement to him. "Not saying you should or shouldn't be doing anything; I'm just saying that you should make sure that you do or don't do something based on what you want, not because of what other people would expect from you."

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For Saras, pride was not a factor to him. All that mattered was how he could manipulate facts and lies alike to further the interests of his own people. From his observations, the Empire and Dominion potentially viewed lycanthropes very differently. The Empire seemed to regard them as a significant enough force to warrant attention. Whether or not Maroc actually believed that the Empire possessed the ability to track down and eradicate their clans, the fact that they were speaking at all implied that it was not a preferred option. Not to mention, he was not demanding that Saras' reveal the clans' locations, which suggested that his goal was to actually make a deal. Lunise, on the other hand, was a bit more difficult to read. Her dismissive remarks towards lycanthropes could simply be her own outward bravado that did not reflect her actual concerns or opinions. However, if they were genuine, then the Dominion potentially did not recognize the impact that the lycan clans could have. That was something that could potentially work for or against the clans. If they were viewed as too insignificant, then the Dominion may simply not bother to dedicate the resources the deal with them while the Empire was still a concern. However, if the Dominion viewed them as significant, but not significant enough to provide much resistance to their own forces, then they could order an eradication of the lycan clans. It would not be nearly as easy as the Dominion might assume, but it was still something Saras wanted to avoid. He would need to more accurately determine the Dominion's views on them. If those views were not favorable to Saras' goals, he may potentially need to convince them of how much of a threat they could be.

"I find these terms largely agreeable. Fair, and balanced to the needs of both sides. You want to ensure your security, and I understand how an organization like ours, which you do not control, would complicate that. And naturally, you understand the challenges we face to survive. Fortunately for all of us, our goals do not run counter to one another. I would recommend we write down our agreements, so that we are all certain we are on the same page." Saras recommended before turning his attention specifically to Lunise. "We may even be able to decide how to work together, in at least a limited capacity. As I mentioned, Elsweyr is a major center for our enemy's operations. We have a mutual interest to change that. I am in no rush right now. I am sure you all have someone waiting outside our clanhome at a safe distance to be able to report back in the event that something went wrong. Would you like to send a messenger to inform them that you are safe?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Colors hummed briefly, then reached over and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Hey, don't worry about them. If they're afraid of you, then they probably aren't worth your time. Besides, you don't need anyone to tie you down. I'm just saying that someone like you can afford to live your life. With all that work and responsibility being in your pack, you're got to live a little, right? Do the things you enjoy. Maybe you want to do some research, or maybe you want to get together with some friends and drink until one of you is dancing on a table with a cooking pot on their head. You know, with that alchemical skill of yours, I'd be willing to wager you could mix up something that would make someone madder than Sheogorath's beard. That could make for an interesting party." He suggested.

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Saras, true to form, did not react to the Altmer's outburst. He allowed Maroc to calm his ally before he stepped in to speak up himself. "Hmm, I suppose I have not introduced myself. How rude of me. You may call me Ardan." He answered. There would not be any real risk in using his actual name, but providing an alias would make it easier to know when his new contacts were speaking of him. "And as for my own role, I shall not bore you with the details, but suffice to say that I am one of the few at the right hand of the Champion. My authority, like hers, spans more than just one clan. I will of course need to speak with her, but I know her well enough to know what she will and will not agree to. I have every power to negotiate on behalf of her as you do with your superiors."

Once he was sure that everyone had calmed down entirely, Saras addressed the reason the Justicar had interjected. "Now, I merely wanted to make sure that we are all on the same page. I do not want for anyone to leave here believing we have agreed to something we have not. There are simply a few actions that I want to be sure you know we cannot take. For instance, I cannot reveal to you the locations of our clans, in part because I do not know most of them. We communicate and coordinate with one another, of course, but for our own protection, we communicate indirectly. Each clan governs their own business and carefully controls the secrecy of their home. As I mentioned before, secrecy is our greatest weapon. If one clan falls and its members are interrogated, then they cannot compromise any other clan." He explained. He was, of course, not being truthful, but it was a rational lie. "As for my own request, there is one of considerable importance. I am sure you will both think it obvious, but I want to make sure it is said explicitly. Either before or after Vile's threat is ended, we will not agree to be taken into war between the Empire and Dominion. You may both be sitting here as allies, but regardless of what you personally think of each other or your governments, we all know that your nations will not be permanent allies. You are here negotiating together because you know we represent a mutual concern for you. However, if at any point war breaks out between you, we will not be involved. We will not take sides with either of you."

Saras raised up his hands, lightly touching his fingertips together in front of his face. His expression was mostly stern, but he gave a hint of a knowing grin. "Unless one of your governments breaks our agreements, of course. I am sure that is a deal that all of us here can agree to."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Colors laughed. "Oh, all sorts of things. Some of them are at least kind of believable, and others are just outrageous. My favorite one is probably the story of Meesei single-handedly taking out an entire enemy camp, with over a hundred mercenaries, by bringing down half a mountain on top of them. Now, I like that one because you can see how that one could have some truth to it. Maybe you all saw a place where you could cause a rockslide or something, and you set it off on top of them. But, the story paints her as some sort of legendary mage. Oh, and there was another where you all were the ones ambushed, outnumbered at least twenty-to-one, but as soon as they learned who they were facing, the enemy broke ranks and half of 'em fled straight into the swamps outside Morthal and were eaten by crocodiles. I know there are some lies in that one, since there aren't even crocodiles in those swamps. I've been there once. There are those big, strange insect things, though. Best part is, I can't honestly tell how much of it is true. I've seen you all in action in person before, but never really doing anything that can show off what you can do. Most impressive thing I saw with my own eyes was Kaleeth tearing through that wooden shack like it was made of parchment. I've never seen Meesei really letting loose with her magic."

With a grin, Colors pointed his finger towards Sabine. "Nor have I seen your magic. You have your own reputation. It isn't quite as grand as Meesei's, but you've been her apprentice for many years. I've heard people saying you can bend nature to your will, and things like that. I realize you might not want all that attention, especially if it's not all true, but there has to be some good parts to it. Having all these people looking up to you. I'd be willing to bet you have men falling at your feet trying to impress you and earn your attention."

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Saras leaned back, carefully listening to each of Marod's points as they came. "Yes, I heard the stories of the events in Elsweyr. I believe the idea behind exposing the threat of Vile's agents was in the hope of encouraging the Dominion to search for them. Unfortunately, Vile's cult gained power there regardless. Our clans have been ousted from the area, as near as we can tell, Elsweyr is the current center of their operations in Tamriel. I do have a short list of Vile's infiltrators that we have identified, but cannot act against. I know you would likely need to conduct your own investigations, but that is information I would certainly not mind you reporting back."

Although Saras' expression did not change at all, he was focused intently upon Marod as he laid out his proposition for cooperation with the Empire and Dominion. It would not be the worst outcome that this meeting could bring, certainly, but it was something that Saras was cautious about. Trust was not something he could afford to have for either of their governments, and they in turn were not likely to trust him. Any deal they struck would likely be based upon the mutual fear they had for one another.

"To start, I would like to say that I am perfectly willing to reach an accord for our mutual benefit." Saras began. "To the first point, we certainly want to bring this war to an end. Quickly and efficiently. I would have liked for it to have ended years ago, but of course, Vile's cult does their best to make that difficult on us. We do not, and have never, targeted your villages or cities. No matter what reports you may have heard. Do keep in mind that Vile's followers have more capabilities to hide in plain sight. Some have taken forts under the guise of being legitimate mercenary bands. Some hide as normal citizens. That small mining settlement that was destroyed in the western part of the Reach two months ago? The silver mine? There were no innocents there. As for taking in lycans, we will do so gladly. It has been our primary purpose before the start of this war. As I said before, we keep those who are lost and in danger in safety, and out of trouble."

Saras leaned forward, clasping his hands together on the table. "As for your last condition, I can say that I am willing to establish and retain communication with you. We are willing to follow reasonable rules for interacting with your people. But, there are some measures we cannot take. If our continued communication remains secret, and out of the public eye, I can agree to that. But, our clans cannot exist openly. Believe me, it is the dream of many lycans to be able to exist openly. To be able to enter cities without fear, or even if we had to remain separate, to be able to live in open communities with open trade. To not have to worry about one mistake from one member of the community bringing down the wrath of misguided hunters upon us. That is a dream we would all love to see in reality, but I believe we all know it is just a dream. The average citizen is superstitious and irrational. If they see something or someone as being different, they will latch on to it and blame it for all of their problems. Even if my some miracle the people were convinced to accept separate lycan communities, that would not last forever. I cannot have my people's fate bound to the current political climate. We are willing to cooperate, but not in the public eye."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Colors acknowledged Sabine with a nod. He had not expected she would be able to share any information, but he saw no harm in asking. "The sea reminds me of my old life, that's for sure. The sea practically was my life back then. Trading in anything we could get our hands on: weapons, moon sugar, skooma. Don't carry a lot of those things anymore, except the weapons. Ports like to put high tariffs on those, so I can get them in at lower cost. Not to mention all the magic items, rare ingredients, and such. Really, I just smuggle whatever the clans happen to need. And I've never had a more loyal crew. I guess this one has a bit more personal of a stake in us other than just wanting coin. Life at sea can be dull, but I find ways to pass the time. Stories, drinking, gambling, more drinking, beautiful women. Or at least bored women."

Colors turned his head away from the path ahead and towards Sabine. "Oh, and speaking of stories, I've heard a lot of them about you and your pack. A lot of them sound like the old sea monster stories that my first mate likes to tell when he's drunk. How much of all that talk about your pack is actually true? They make you sound like mythic heroes."

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Saras had not been completely sure if he should have expected the Penitus Oculatus to be aware of the threat of Vile, but it was not surprising to him. One who had been investigating lycans would have had a good chance to come across information about them. Nevertheless, Saras did not miss a beat responding with confidence. "Our struggle would hardly be a war by the standards of your Empire. You possess the resources to eliminate either or both sides of our conflict. It is a conflict, but not one that is usually fought on open battlefields. There have been a few battles, but not so much as of late. Skirmishes would be a better description." He was indeed speaking the truth that open battles with Vile's forces were more rare, but he did not share the reason. They could not fight Vile in the open because they could not completely counteract the soul-tearing gas in large numbers, but the agents did not need to know that.

Shortly after his answer, a few of Saras' warriors returned with the furniture he had requested. He directed them to set up the chairs and table at the center of the room, after which Saras took his seat on his side of the table. "But it is true, ferals will soon not trouble you. At least, not any more than they did historically. There will always be the occasional rogue; we can do nothing about that. We can just keep as many of us away from your cities as possible. Now, Vile's followers, I can say nothing about what threat they might pose to you. Where as our goal is simply survival, Vile seeks power. He has tried to attain it through us, and I cannot predict what measures he will take when he fails. He has his agents in your cities. In the Empire and[ the Dominion." He said, giving a glance to the Justicar. "I would be cautious of them."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Malithus nodded. "Yes, you are probably right. One can get away with wearing armor in the city; it merely marks you as an adventurer or mercenary. But, chitin would be very exotic, and would surely grab attention. Rolann, Nelise, would you mind gathering what they need?"

The members of Malithus' pack were not hesitant to follow his instructions and gathered all of the needed supplies for the three members of the Champion's pack without argument. It was a kind of treatment they were not unaccustomed to, regardless of where they went. Indeed, they could avoid most kinds of manual labor the majority of the time without even asking, if they chose to do so. They gathered extra food and potions, as well as the requested clothing. It did take some time for them to find and modify a dress to fit Kaleeth, so by the time it was finished, they were ready to leave.

Kaleeth elected not to wear her dress at first and instead dawned her armor, apart from the helmet. One thing which had not changed about her over the years was the fact that she was not fond of dresses, to the point that she would prefer to wear her armor. The clan was far enough from Evermore that it would take over a day to reach the city regardless, so she could just keep her armor on to be ready for any unexpected dangers while traveling, then change before heading into the city.

Malithus led the way out of the caves. As they neared the waterfall, he removed his boots and kept his robe pulled up to avoid soaking it. He stopped before the waterfall and held his hand up in the air towards it. Using telekinesis, he deflected part of the waterfall to the side enough to give them a dry space to walk under to avoid soaking their garments. Only Kaleeth intentionally walked under the waterfall itself.

Since they had a long walk ahead of them, Colors decided to start catching up right away. Just a few minutes after they moved past the waterfall, he strolled up alongside Sabine. He was carrying a pack on his back, though it was lighter than most of the others, which he justified by the fact that he was not physically as strong as his fellow lycans. "I look forward to showing you around Evermore. It's no Senchal, but all the Bretons, Redguards, and Orcs make it an interesting place. Granted, I've only been to it once, but I liked what I saw when I was there. What about you all? I heard the Bruma clan moved a while back, but it's a big secret where you all actually went, specifically. You allowed to tell me anything about it?"

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Saras, of course, did not give away anything in his expression, but he had a brief moment of internal debate over what to tell the agents. He had no reason to believe that it would be a good idea to share the details of their war with Vile, but at the same time, he had to give a satisfactory enough answer to prevent any tensions from flaring up. It was important that they not have any reason to view the clans as a threat. "The growth of lycan populations was not something we caused, but it is something we have had to adapt to. For our goal of survival, more lycans creates more difficulties for us. We have more people to care for, more people to teach and train. The growth in lycan populations has been exclusively among the feral, unaffiliated population. Our clans have rules against infecting others. The only lycans we create are those born to our members the more...natural way. We take in feral lycans and attempt to teach them how to control themselves, and more importantly, stay out of trouble."

Saras' next words he had to choose carefully. He wanted to give some truth to sate the agent's curiosity, while still keeping the majority of his cards close to his chest. He decided to frame the actual truth in a different light. "As for the why of it, you can just think of it as Daedric bickering. A rival Daedra decided he had a use for lycan souls, so he had his own followers create more lycans. Except, we created a countermeasure to their weapon, so they stopped infecting people in turn. It might be difficult to gain enough information from your perspective, but the growth of feral lycan populations has all but halted in the past year or two. Some ferals are still infecting others on their own, but they are slowly dying or being taken into our fold. Your Empire will not have to worry about the feral problem getting worse, and over time, it will fix itself."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Colors spoke up to answer Fendros before Malithus could say even a word. The others at the table were a Breton man and woman, an Orc woman, and a Redguard man, which he pointed to in sequence. They were all dressed for the city, though the Redguard man was visibly armed and armored with chainmail. "That's Rolaan, Nelise, Shurgrag, and Arthon, if I remember right. And, well, I suppose you all have picked up on it by now, but these are the legendary Fendros, Sabine, and Kaleeth. With all of us here, I think this mission is pretty much guaranteed to be a success."

Malithus had finally recovered from his initial shock, so he finally brought himself to speak. "We should probably set off for Evermore soon. Would you like for one of us to collect your equipment and supplies?" He asked.

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Saras maintained his position, his posture just as upright and proper as the Imperial. He waited until they were completely finished speaking before turning his attention to one of the warriors to his left. "If you could, please, fetch us some chairs. And perhaps a table." Saras requested.

While he was waiting on the furniture to be brought to them, Saras did not delay in answering the agents. "The Champion is not here right now. You may find my honesty suspect, but I can assure you that I speak the truth. She would be the first to speak to someone as important, and potentially dangerous to us, as yourself. She tends to take a hands-on approach to many matters, as whatever reputation you have gleaned of her has no doubt told you. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you how long it will be before she returns. Traveling can be as unpredictable as the tasks she undertakes. But, I am someone whose word carries weight among us. My authority is the greatest here, without the presence of the Champion. So, rest assured that I can answer your questions and make binding decisions. We do not want trouble with the Empire, so I would ask, what is your business here?"

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Don't worry, I don't think Lucius has moved the diplomacy mission since you were last on.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Oh, I am so sorry to hear that." Colors responded sympathetically towards Sabine. Being Argonian himself, he was perfectly familiar with Naming Days, so he made no comment on Kaj-Julan. He was able to put together the pieces in his mind out of the context. "Well, and at least Peiter is still safe and sound. And you I know to be a very strong, and might I say, ravishingly beautiful woman. Hopefully we will all have time to meet together and catch up after this very strange mission. Really, Talos worshippers? No one has explained to me yet why that makes any sense."

Kaleeth shrugged. "I think that's the point, right? For us to figure it out. I don't think anyone in the clan has been able to make it make sense. Even Meesei didn't understand when she learned."

Colors nodded. "Maybe they're all just on skooma. Or touched by Sheogorath. Either way, I know of some people in the city we can talk to. That is my job, after all. We might need a bit of coin to pay off a few people, but I already had my good friend Malithus here take care of that. I guess now I know why they approved the expense so quickly. If the Champion wants a mission done, it gets done."

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Following the initial confrontation with the intruders, the warriors guarding the entrance followed all of the steps of their instructions. They went through the motions of debating with each other on what to do, until the commander agreed to take them, under guard, to a place where they could talk. They sent a runner ahead to collect Saras, as well as more warriors to guard the intruders. They were taken no farther than the first chamber of the caves, which they had styled into a room where hunters would take their kills to be skinned and the meat stored. There was currently a skinned elk hanging from the ceiling on one side of the room, and no proper furniture. They had only animal hides laid out on the ground on which people could sit somewhat more comfortably.

In only minutes after they were brought into the chamber, two more packs worth of warriors and mages filed in as well, meaning that the Imperials and their Justicar were severely outnumbered. Saras entered the room shortly afterwards. He looked no different from many of the others around him, so he felt the need to say something to indicate he was the leader they wanted to speak to.

"So, your descriptions were not...inaccurate. You are Imperial, or at least you bear their armor. Forgive me for being blunt, but I know you can understand why I would want to know, right away, why you have come to our home. What is your purpose here?" Saras asked.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Colors grinned, placing a hand on his own chest as he leaned slightly forward. "I am a perfectly upstanding and productive member of my clan. Of everyone's clans, really. It just so happens that being a so-called 'scoundrel' is my job."

Walking back over to the table, Colors pulled out a few chairs, then took a seat himself. He gave his attention to Sabine as he answered her. "Well, my orders first came from Ri'kalesh, after he became clan leader. You know how I used to be a smuggler? Well, I've taken up the trade again, just in service of the clans now. I help move valuable and delicate goods between clans, among other things. A lot of things, actually. I do quite a few jobs. When I'm not moving goods, I use my, uh, intuition to help build out contacts for clans that don't have many of them. I'm pretty good at finding business associates that don't ask a lot of questions. Nowadays, I take orders from all kinds of different people. Mostly clan leaders, and the spymaster. The one I'm guessing is in your clan. He doesn't give his name to lower level agents like me, but he and his people use anyone they can for their plans. We don't usually see the results, but at least I know I'm helping."

Colors started to lean back again in his chair. "I never thought I would see you all again. Though I guess with how much I travel, and the fact that there are only so many clans, I was bound to run into you all eventually."

"What about the rest of your pack...or, um, pride?" Kaleeth asked. "Are they here too?"

Colors shook his head. "Sadly, no. My skills never really fit in too well with theirs. Ri'kalesh became clan leader, so he can't really travel that much, and the others were more at home there. La'khay considered joining me for a while, but the life of a smuggler wasn't really for her either. A pride, or pack, usually doesn't stay together forever, though, so I can move past it, and remember them fondly. I can't complain too much, though. I mean, I have my own ship now! With my own crew. It's not anywhere around here, of course. Most of my crew is protecting it at the coast. Or, at least, it better be well-protected. I'll have my first mate's head otherwise." He chuckled.

Colors motioned his hands towards the trio. "But what about you all? How are the rest of your friends, and your pack? How is Ahnasha? Janius? Peiter?" He asked.

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Saras, overall, was hardly unprepared for surprises. He had a notion of the ideal way he would like events to play out, and he would try to push them in that direction, but he had been given plenty of time to plan contingencies. Their cave had two exits, and the second was not close to the primary entrance. They had secured their escape route, which he had ensured was well-hidden, and was not since used to avoid drawing attention to it. He had at his disposal numerous, disciplined soldiers that had been drilled on the progression of contingency plans that Saras had established. They had defensive fortifications, ambush points, and if necessary, they had prepared a controlled collapse of the cave to ensure they could have a safe and speedy escape. He had enough warriors armed, armored, and ready to hold against an attack through the narrow caves, and those who were posing as non-combatants could ready themselves quickly to reinforce them. Saras himself had styled himself as the clan leader, though he was dressed in simple furs like most of the others.

Even once what were presumably the agents were detected alarmingly close to the caves, Saras remained calm. They were prepared, and they were on alert. Even skilled mages could not conceal a force large enough to outright overpower the defenses they had established. It was just a matter now of allowing the confrontation to proceed. Saras, if he was to keep up the illusion of a normal clan, could not be waiting at the entryway for them to arrive, but he had his best soldiers on that task. They were permitted to defend themselves if absolutely necessary, but they were not to incite hostilities. Saras wanted to speak to them if possible, and preferably on amicable terms.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Colors had not been paying close attention to the door when they entered, but he certainly sat up when he heard Fendros' voice. "Is that...by the Hist, it is! Fendros? And Sabine and Kaleeth too?" The Argonian nearly knocked over his chair as he stood up to his feet. The clothes he was wearing were a simple pair of breeches and a slightly worn doublet, both in earthen colors of the local Breton styles. Though, it looked like he had sewn on quite a few extra pockets, and he did not look to be armed at all. As he approached the three, arms outstretched, Malithus was simply dumbstruck.

"Wait...the lizard actually know..." Malithus began, but he could not even begin to finish his thoughts before Colors continued with his enthusiastic greetings.

"This is wonderful; simply wonderful. It is great to see you all. I've not angered anyone...this time. Honest. I'm still a part of the, oh what is it now? Torval clan. I mean, I technically am, I guess. Haven't seen them all in an awful long time. But I was sent here; not by Ri'kalesh directly, and not this clan specifically, but I am following orders. Anyways, what are you doing here? You've practically become legends since we parted. Are you the special help Malithus mentioned?" Colors asked.

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With the approval and support of Ri'vashi, and the clan's council, Saras set to work on his plan immediately. The Penitus Oculatus agents were going to be closing in on the area of Raldbthar, so the first task was to clear it of any trace of their presence. He had his most disciplined, detail-oriented men on the task, as the secrecy of their home was paramount. Using the attunement sphere, they sealed that entryway to Blackreach and left automatons as guards, just like any other Dwemer ruin. They had captured and controlled every known entrance to Blackreach over the years, so they could reroute any patrols or trade caravans through the other exits with minimal disruption to their normal operations.

The next task was to prepare a location to serve as their decoy clanhome. He spent quite a lot of time pouring over past scouting reports maps, and questioning locals in the clan to finally settle on a good location. It was a moderate-sized cave system in the mountains to the north of Raldbthar. Caves were, naturally, common places to hide for any group looking to stay away from the Empire's attention, lycans included, so it was a believable lair. Ri'vashi had previously sent a force to clear the cave to make way for an outpost within, but later settled on a more favorable location elsewhere. So they knew it would be safe, and had multiple exits. It was not too close to any of the clan's holdings to accidentally draw attention to them, and most crucially, it was just close enough to civilization that it would be believable that local Nord hunters might witness lycanthropes in the area. When it was time to spread the rumors, Saras made use of his extensive experience with information, and misinformation, to ensure that they were convincing. The rumors he spread did not even point to the exact cave they were inhabiting, so as not to appear too convenient. The Penitus Oculatus agents would have to search the area to find the correct cave, but Saras knew they were capable enough to complete that task. His best scouts were on constant alert for anyone approaching. If the agents were talented enough, they might avoid the scouts, but they would make sure that no large enemy force would be able to approach without being detected.

The caves themselves had been furnished in a way that was consistent with lycan clans as they had been before they were organized under the current Champion. Everyone within was a trained warrior or mage, but many of them were masquerading as non-combatants to further the illusion that this was their clanhome. When Saras knew that the agents were closing in on the area, he personally made his way to this decoy clanhome. For a situation as important and delicate as this, he trusted only himself to resolve it.