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Off the group went, with the head wolf in the yellow robes leading the way. His left arm, they just now noticed, was spectral... instead of a physical fur-clad paw, it was a ghostly appendage.

The gates rose up, and the group found themselves inside the courtyard. There were plenty of werewolves in there, all going about their business. Some were hunched over and worshipping wooden totems that reached up towards the battlements of the poorly-built fortress. Others were chewing and munching on the fresh carcass of deer and other hunted game. A few stood on top of the battlements, howling into the afternoon sky.

"I take it you've come for your friend?" He asked them as they made their way through the wolf's den. "The little Argonian fella?"