The Altmer simply laughed with a satisfied smirk at Janius' reaction. "Oh, you make this far too easy, dog." Without a word more, he started to guide Janius, along with the rest of the escort, out of the catacombs. From there, Janius could lead the way to camp.
For the rest of the group, they were guided along through the hallways by a significantly less hostile Argonian. Much like the throne room, many of the other halls besides the entryway were decorated with tapestries, paintings, and other artwork, some of it even using the ancient Argonian carvings as focal points. Overall, despite consisting entirely of underground catacombs, the place felt like a castle, with mixed styles and influences from Black Marsh, Cyrodiil, and Morrowind, primarily. It all had an air of nobility to it, something that seemed to put these cultists a cut above the standard necromancers. Given that many of the pieces of artwork were created in styles popular far in the past, even going back to the Second Era, it was possible that this cult had been in existence for that entire time. Perhaps this place had been lived in ever since its creation.
Eventually, the Argonian led them to a hallway with eight separate rooms on either side. He stopped, then addressed the pack apathetically. "Here we are, take any or all of these rooms. Needless to say, we'll not likely be getting any more visitors than you. If you have any questions, bother someone that isn't me."
The Argonian was quick to leave, as he obviously wasn't too thrilled about leading them around in the first place. They had plenty of rooms to choose from, though they were more likely to share than not, regardless. Meesei, followed closely by Lorag, stepped into the first room she saw and, at the very least, was not disappointed in what she saw. It was a well-furnished living space, with a sizable table, a few drawers and chests for storage, a large dresser, and a comfortable-looking double bed. The sheets and pillows were clean, and there was even a large, beautiful painting of what appeared to be a Valenwood landscape on the back wall. A room such as this would be what Meesei would expect of a fine hotel in a city, which made her think that these rooms were not where these cultists would normally keep those who were essentially their prisoners.
Ahnasha selected a room a few doors down from Meesei's, so Rhazii would not disturb the others as much if he started to act up. It was just as fine of a room as Meesei's, but she spent little time observing it and instead rushed straight to the bed and sat down. She had been holding back as much as possible while they were being watched, but now that they were alone, she held Rhazii tightly in her arms and closed her now tear-filled eyes. The worry she had felt for Rhazii had been tearing her up inside ever since they had been captured.
Kaleeth had been dead silent since they had been taken, but that did not change even now that they were alone. She was deathly afraid of these cultists and wanted more than anything just to leave. If she believed she could succeed, she likely would have already ran. Instead of talking with the others, she picked one of the rooms next to Meesei's and immediately curled up on the bed, silently hoping she would soon wake up from this nightmare.
