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Ghanir took the time to carefully think on the question, but still could do nothing more than shake his head. "I...no, I don't think so. The only other person who lives here is my wife, and she didn't see anything. Saras already questioned her."
"Yes, I do believe our best lead at the moment is to follow this trail." Saras replied, though before they had moved beyond the graveyard, Saras stopped in front of Ghanir. "However, it is possible that this trail may lead us directly to a necromancer, which means we could be heading into danger. It would be best if you remain here."
While Ghanir did perhaps look upset at the suggestion, he also could not reasonably argue with it. At this point, there was nothing more he could do to help, and his presence would just be another risk. Reluctantly, he agreed and allowed the other three to set off following Sabine without argument.
Saras waited until they were a short distance away from the graveyard before speaking up. "I do not believe it is likely we will be in much danger unless we instigate it. However, he is a traditional Redguard, and traditional Redguards have very...particular views on necromancy. It would be best for us to deal with this ourselves."
Saras has been correct about Sabine being able to detect the traces of magic, but it was by no means an easy task. The magic used to hide the graverobber's scent was, of course, not meant to be obvious, so any hints that the magic left behind were few and far between. It took quite a lot of effort and concentration on Sabine's part just to detect the traces of magic at all, and even then, it was not as if it was one, continuous trail. Several times, they ended up losing the trail and having to search fairly wide areas just to pick it up again. A lesser mage than Sabine likely would have lost the trail entirely, but nevertheless, between her magic and more traditional forms of tracking, the three of them were able to make slow, steady progress.
Eventually, the group came upon what seemed to be the end of the trail. It was far off of any of the proper paths through the cavern, to the northwest of the Silent City. Although they had spent most of the day tracking, it probably would not take more than an hour or two of walking to reach from the city, if one knew where they were going. It was a small Dwemer structure, no larger than a poor family's home, though there was no way to tell from the outside if it had any underground component. From their position hidden in the distance, it looked like one of the Dwemer storage buildings, but it was difficult to guess at the original intention of many of the Dwemer structures. It did appear that the ground itself had somewhat eroded around it in the millennia that it had been abandoned, as the whole building looked like it was tilted just a few degrees off of being level.
Saras stopped where he was and took in a long breath, concentrating on the structure. He held up one hand and charged through it a spell that Sabine would immediately recognize as life detection. "I am not sensing anything alive inside."
"Yes, I do believe our best lead at the moment is to follow this trail." Saras replied, though before they had moved beyond the graveyard, Saras stopped in front of Ghanir. "However, it is possible that this trail may lead us directly to a necromancer, which means we could be heading into danger. It would be best if you remain here."
While Ghanir did perhaps look upset at the suggestion, he also could not reasonably argue with it. At this point, there was nothing more he could do to help, and his presence would just be another risk. Reluctantly, he agreed and allowed the other three to set off following Sabine without argument.
Saras waited until they were a short distance away from the graveyard before speaking up. "I do not believe it is likely we will be in much danger unless we instigate it. However, he is a traditional Redguard, and traditional Redguards have very...particular views on necromancy. It would be best for us to deal with this ourselves."
Saras has been correct about Sabine being able to detect the traces of magic, but it was by no means an easy task. The magic used to hide the graverobber's scent was, of course, not meant to be obvious, so any hints that the magic left behind were few and far between. It took quite a lot of effort and concentration on Sabine's part just to detect the traces of magic at all, and even then, it was not as if it was one, continuous trail. Several times, they ended up losing the trail and having to search fairly wide areas just to pick it up again. A lesser mage than Sabine likely would have lost the trail entirely, but nevertheless, between her magic and more traditional forms of tracking, the three of them were able to make slow, steady progress.
Eventually, the group came upon what seemed to be the end of the trail. It was far off of any of the proper paths through the cavern, to the northwest of the Silent City. Although they had spent most of the day tracking, it probably would not take more than an hour or two of walking to reach from the city, if one knew where they were going. It was a small Dwemer structure, no larger than a poor family's home, though there was no way to tell from the outside if it had any underground component. From their position hidden in the distance, it looked like one of the Dwemer storage buildings, but it was difficult to guess at the original intention of many of the Dwemer structures. It did appear that the ground itself had somewhat eroded around it in the millennia that it had been abandoned, as the whole building looked like it was tilted just a few degrees off of being level.
Saras stopped where he was and took in a long breath, concentrating on the structure. He held up one hand and charged through it a spell that Sabine would immediately recognize as life detection. "I am not sensing anything alive inside."
Saras shook his head towards Fendros. "It was a sphere like any other under our command. The scholars still find it difficult to give such detailed instructions, so it would not attack anyone of lycan blood, or that we have not identified as a threat. It was sent ward off any threats from the cavern. Anyone else, it would ignore."
"As for the tracks, unfortunately, I already tried that." Saras remarked to Sabine. He took a few steps over two the open grave, careful not to tread anywhere close to the tracks themselves. "I could not find any trace of a trail beyond ten paces in that direction. But...it is possible that it might still be an option for us."
Saras knelt down close to one of the partial footprints, again being sure not to actually touch or otherwise disturb it. "Our graverobber knows how to cover their tracks, both literally and figuratively. I tried to identify the perpetrator, or at least some distinct characteristics, by scent, but the only scents here aside from those of dead bones are...indistinct. A scent is there, but it is not like any person nor animal I have ever sensed. But it is familiar to me. Either potions or magic was used to mask the graverobber's scent. I have used such magic before, myself. It did not leave any trail I could follow with my nose, but if magic was involved, then a skilled mage might just be able to detect it. I do not expect it will be easy, but Sabine, you might be able to follow those traces of magic and lead us to its source."
"As for the tracks, unfortunately, I already tried that." Saras remarked to Sabine. He took a few steps over two the open grave, careful not to tread anywhere close to the tracks themselves. "I could not find any trace of a trail beyond ten paces in that direction. But...it is possible that it might still be an option for us."
Saras knelt down close to one of the partial footprints, again being sure not to actually touch or otherwise disturb it. "Our graverobber knows how to cover their tracks, both literally and figuratively. I tried to identify the perpetrator, or at least some distinct characteristics, by scent, but the only scents here aside from those of dead bones are...indistinct. A scent is there, but it is not like any person nor animal I have ever sensed. But it is familiar to me. Either potions or magic was used to mask the graverobber's scent. I have used such magic before, myself. It did not leave any trail I could follow with my nose, but if magic was involved, then a skilled mage might just be able to detect it. I do not expect it will be easy, but Sabine, you might be able to follow those traces of magic and lead us to its source."
There are also the Alfiq, but the only change to them is that they are confirmed to be able to talk. It is, however, a common misconception that they are mute. They can also wield magic, and there are Alfiq mages in the expansion. Wish I could afford to buy it.
Oh, there are absolutely Senche-raht: 
The Cathay, though, have been retconned as the standard Khajiit you would see the most across Tamriel. Previously, that was the Suthay-raht, which are now the breed of Khajiit seen in TES III: Morrowind.
I think now, the largest breed of bipedal Khajiit are the Pahmar-raht. Do'rhajul would be one of these:
For us, though, I think it makes the most sense to go with the canon at the time that we made the decisions, regarding names.
The Cathay, though, have been retconned as the standard Khajiit you would see the most across Tamriel. Previously, that was the Suthay-raht, which are now the breed of Khajiit seen in TES III: Morrowind.
I think now, the largest breed of bipedal Khajiit are the Pahmar-raht. Do'rhajul would be one of these:
For us, though, I think it makes the most sense to go with the canon at the time that we made the decisions, regarding names.
I do like that with ESO's Elsweyr expansion, there is now in-game representation of some of the other Khajiit breeds. Including the rather giant ones. Though, it also mildly annoys me that they've done a bit of retconning in which breed is which. The Cathay-raht were absolutely listed as the giant ones a few years ago.
The Redguard seemed quite relieved at the answer he had been given. Even if Meesei was not addressing the issue personally, he did not seem disappointed in the slightest that Fendros was taking charge of the situation. "Yes, right away. My name is Ghanir; I'll take you to my farm. The graveyard is not far behind it."
As soon as they were in the hall, Saras started to give his explanation of the situation as requested. "I am afraid there are not too many more details I can give. There have been at least three confirmed instances of missing bodies in the last few months, though it is possible there have been more. I can say that I do agree with Ghanir in that this is likely the work of a graverobber, and not a wild animal. In my observation of the graveyard, I noticed that some of the dirt on one of the other graves was unusually disturbed, suggesting that the grave might have been dug up and filled back in. If that is the case, then the times that our graverobber has been discovered have likely been times in which he or she was in danger of being discovered and had to escape prematurely. Without digging up graves ourselves, we do not have any way of knowing how many bodies have been taken. However, I do feel that I should warn you to approach this delicately. Although Hal-Neesa is a necromancer and a likely candidate, we do not have any solid evidence that she is guilty."
Saras added one last comment, this time speaking softly enough that Ghanir would have trouble hearing from ahead of them. "Personally, I feel that hiding and digging around in the dirt does not feel much like...her to me. Does it?"
The farm, and the graveyard near it, was only a short walk away from the city, and still well-within sight of the walls. Although the Silent City's light did allow for other crops to be grown, many edible mushrooms still grew quite well in the environment of the cavern. As such, many of their farms were mushroom farms. They were able to trade with other clans for other types of food, but those who were not fond of mushrooms did typically have to learn to tolerate them if they wanted to be well-fed. As for the graves, Fendros and Sabine would be free to examine them for as long as they liked. The most obvious detail was, of course, the fact that one of the graves had been entirely dug up. The wooden coffin had been broken open with minimal damage to any part of it, suggesting it had been done slowly, carefully, and likely quietly. Unfortunately, there were no useful footsteps in the dirt. There were a small handfull of prints that had certainly not been made by Saras or Ghanir, but they were only partial and did not show near enough detail to be helpful. The only useful information they might have provided was the fact that whoever made them had to have been skilled at leaving few traces behind.
As soon as they were in the hall, Saras started to give his explanation of the situation as requested. "I am afraid there are not too many more details I can give. There have been at least three confirmed instances of missing bodies in the last few months, though it is possible there have been more. I can say that I do agree with Ghanir in that this is likely the work of a graverobber, and not a wild animal. In my observation of the graveyard, I noticed that some of the dirt on one of the other graves was unusually disturbed, suggesting that the grave might have been dug up and filled back in. If that is the case, then the times that our graverobber has been discovered have likely been times in which he or she was in danger of being discovered and had to escape prematurely. Without digging up graves ourselves, we do not have any way of knowing how many bodies have been taken. However, I do feel that I should warn you to approach this delicately. Although Hal-Neesa is a necromancer and a likely candidate, we do not have any solid evidence that she is guilty."
Saras added one last comment, this time speaking softly enough that Ghanir would have trouble hearing from ahead of them. "Personally, I feel that hiding and digging around in the dirt does not feel much like...her to me. Does it?"
The farm, and the graveyard near it, was only a short walk away from the city, and still well-within sight of the walls. Although the Silent City's light did allow for other crops to be grown, many edible mushrooms still grew quite well in the environment of the cavern. As such, many of their farms were mushroom farms. They were able to trade with other clans for other types of food, but those who were not fond of mushrooms did typically have to learn to tolerate them if they wanted to be well-fed. As for the graves, Fendros and Sabine would be free to examine them for as long as they liked. The most obvious detail was, of course, the fact that one of the graves had been entirely dug up. The wooden coffin had been broken open with minimal damage to any part of it, suggesting it had been done slowly, carefully, and likely quietly. Unfortunately, there were no useful footsteps in the dirt. There were a small handfull of prints that had certainly not been made by Saras or Ghanir, but they were only partial and did not show near enough detail to be helpful. The only useful information they might have provided was the fact that whoever made them had to have been skilled at leaving few traces behind.
"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?”
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?”
Alright, I should be able to post tomorrow morning. And the next part I have in mind should wrap up everything I can think of before the activation of the portal. Was there anything else you had in mind?
Valgar's expression soon began to take on something of a more anxious or uncomfortable appearance. He hesitated, unconsciously rubbed his hands together, and ended up clearing his throat before finally speaking. "Look, I'm, uh...not really good at this sort of thing. But, um, I just wanted to say that I've always thought it was real honorable the way you treat us. Your pack, all of you. And I don't think it's just us blacksmiths that feel that way, but a lot of people here in the clan. People who make things, especially. You've never demanded any tribute from us, even though you've had every right to do it. You're our leaders, you could have asked for anything you ever wanted from us, but you've always traded fairly. But...it's not the time for that kind of thing anymore. Now that I know what's coming, now that I know that this war could actually, really be over soon, it's time for everyone to do our part. And you're going to be doing the most. You're our leaders, damned heroes, and you're going to be right in the frontlines. You're the best we have, so you deserve to get the best we have. I can't make daedric swords for a whole army, but I figure giving a few to you will do just as much."
Valgar shrugged and let out a long breath. "I mean, if you really think those hearts would be more useful somewhere else, then that's fair, but I'm going to be making you all something, and that's that."
Valgar shrugged and let out a long breath. "I mean, if you really think those hearts would be more useful somewhere else, then that's fair, but I'm going to be making you all something, and that's that."
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