"I would normally be inclined to refuse, but...I do believe our forgemaster has a fair point. With what our pack is going to be facing, we need any advantage we can reasonably obtain." Meesei replied, turning her head to look down at Valgar. "Forgemaster, your first and greatest priority is still to forge high quality weapons, armor, and other equipment for our armies. The majority of your resources, and the resources of any other clan you may confer with, should still be dedicated to that task. But, as long as it does not interfere with that priority, I do permit you to forge weapons and armor for my pack of the highest quality materials available to you."
Ahnasha had an obvious smile on her face. Although she had been taking her time admiring the dragon bone armor, she had still been paying attention to the discussion of weapons. “Well, now that’s some news I can get excited for. I’ve often wondered how a daedric bow would perform, or perhaps the blades would make for a more impressive difference? Either way, I can’t wait to find out. But, uh, if you need to get my measurements or something, it will have to wait. There is something I need to go do right now.”
“Of course, you can all be measured for your armor in your own time. There’s still plenty I can work on before needing that.” Valgar answered.
Evidently, Ahnasha was in something of a hurry, as she moved to take her leave right away. On the way out of the forge, she passed Saras on the way in. While not every encounter they had with the Dunmer spymaster meant that there was some new emergency to deal with, that was his usual reason for seeking them out. On Ahnasha’s part, she simply quickened her pace out the door before she could get dragged into something else.
Even Saras regarded Meesei’s new armor with a rare moment of visible surprise. It was doubtful that the forgemaster had been able to requisition the dragon bones without Saras’ knowledge, but the fact that he had a complete armor set ready was apparently a surprise. “I see your dragon bone project has finally bore fruit.” Saras commented to Valgar, but as usual, he was quick to get to business. “But at any rate, we have a rather…persistent issue that I’m afraid I have to bring to your attention. Normally, I would deal with this myself, but it may involve the vampire, again. I can’t be sure, but one of our-“
Before Saras could finish his explanation, someone else came stomping into the room, a Redguard man. He looked both determined and angry, though he was not someone that most of the pack was likely to know. He was not someone in a leadership position in the clan, but simply one of their mushroom farmers.
“I told you to wait outside…” Saras began to chide the man, but the Redguard simply talked over him as he marched into the room.
“I’m sorry, but it’s not Falmer, it’s not animals. It’s been going on for too long. It’s an insult to our brothers’ and sisters’ that we haven’t done something sooner. Champion, you need to…”
Given Meesei’s current appearance, the Redguard finally laying eyes on her was enough to curb even his apparent anger. Or, at the very least, her armored beast form was enough to make him act more outwardly respectful. He stopped in place, straightened up his posture, and swallowed nervously before continuing. “…Champion, my lady, you need to know what has been happening. I help tend the graves near my farm, and these past few weeks, I’ve found some of the graves dug up. And not just to be looted for valuables; bodies and even bones were taken too. I brought this to the clan leaders as soon as I discovered it, but it’s still happening. Another grave was robbed just yesterday.”
Saras’ expression was stern, and it seemed like he might have been reaching the edge of his own patience with the Redguard. “We did not ignore your concerns. We took appropriate action to protect the graves.”
“You assigned one of the machines, that Dwemer sphere to patrol the place. But, like I said, this wasn’t the Falmer, or some wild chaurus. I heard no fighting yesterday, and that machine is still perfectly fine rolling around outside the graveyard. It can only be that damned vampire. Who else could be so vile as to disrespect our dead, and we’ve all heard the rumors of how she can control the machines. And it’s not like there are any other necromancers in the cavern, except maybe some of those Thalmor. But my septims would still be on that vampire.”
Meesei grunted, though it sounded closer to a low growl. Her helmet allowed for few hints as to how upset she actually was, but she maintained a reasonably calm composure. “I cannot ignore this. Sabine, I want you to join me. We should go speak to Hal-Neesa right away.”
“Meesei…” Saras interrupted. “…you still have your obligations with Teroiah and gro-Tagnud. You already delayed this twice, and the Commander was more than upset last time. I do agree that the graverobbing situation should be dealt with, but it is not as time-sensitive.”
Again, Meesei’s frustration showed briefly through a growl. “Fendros, Sabine, do you think you two could deal with this?”