Ahnasha sighed. "Well...I approve of it more than the alternatives, definitely. I know Lorag is right, so he couldn't keep the title. Sabine...I do think she could do it, but if I am being honest, I do think you would be a better leader. Trust me, if I really disapproved, I would have spoke up in the meeting. Loudly. You won't have to worry about anything from me. If I decide that I don't want to be near the center of attention, or if Rhazii wants the same, then we can just stay away from the politics. You need to just be sure that you're up for this. I know it's not what you want, but you might just be what we need, long term."

After a few more seconds, Ahnasha tried to put on a smile. "But, who knows? Maybe Meesei will figure out how to become our immortal Argonian leader for all time. With all that strange magic she learned, you never know what is possible."

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Julan spent some time looking around the room after he took a seat beside Rhazii. He had never quite seen a building like it. At least, not the interior of one. Back home in the Silent City, there were many Dwarven buildings that were even larger than this one, but they had an entirely different feel to them. They were not so clean, and almost all of them were crowded, public spaces. It seemed bizarre to him to have so much space for just one family. He was starting to feel distinctly out of his element. 

Since Julan was distracted, Rhazii was the first to notice the painting, and the first to see the image of his father in it. Julan had seen paintings before, but never one depicting someone he knew. With how young his father appeared in the picture, it took a few seconds after Rhazii mentioned it for him to even be able to recognize him. His first instinct had been to look at the older man in the painting, but then, Julan supposed that would be his grandfather. "That's...wait, that is him! Woah..." Julan repeated after Rhazii, though for different reasons.