Falion answers the door and says, "Burag, you old orc, what are you doing back in Morthal so soon? Found what you needed about the Morag Tong?" "We need to talk. Now. Come over here, into this alley.", replies Burag. They walk into the alley and Burag says, "Downstar is gone. I went into the inn and some large dog creatures attacked it. Not werewolves, they were red and 8 feet tall at the shoulder. I was nearly killed by one. A werewolf saved my life, and I did the same by killing one of the beasts that attacked him. Another one came in and my the werewolf tore out its' throat. I ran and he followed me. By the next morning all of Downstar was burning and the werewolf was asleep in human form at my makeshift campsite. He turned me, trying to reform his old pack, and is now getting us rooms at the inn. He's part of that old quadrepedal werewolf clan from Solsteim, only survivor. I brought a sample of one of the creatures. Can you identify it?" Burag tosses Falion a hunk of meat. The redguard quickly adopts a serious tone and says, "These are an old, long-forgoten daedra. They once served Hircine but were warped by Mephalah. I believe she wants you dead, as you evaded your killer. This is bad. I'd keep moving until you find some way to combat them. Spending a night here should be ok, but no more." "My friends was actually gonna try and find some locals to join our pack. Extra security.", says the orc. "That is a good idea. There's a group of travellers, two Bretperial twins and a Khajiit. They could be useful as security, though they may have a price. They may also join just for the gift of lycanthropy or the thrill of adventure." "Thank you, Falion. I'll head over to the inn." "May I accompany you?" "Of course.", finishes Burag as they walk toward the inn.