Meesei looked over and nodded to Janius. "We are unknown to them, and since we are approaching their home, they will be observing until we get too close to the village. Actually, they are likely going to confront us soon. I would wager that they have been watching us for longer than we have been noticing them. Just do nothing aggressive and allow me to talk to them. They will probably be distrustful and intentionally intimidating, but they will not murder travelers without a reasonable cause. In a village such as this, the only people who will have any knowledge of Cyrodilic would be the leaders of the clan, and perhaps a trader or two."

Just as Meesei predicted, after a few more minutes of walking, the hunters pursuing them finally revealed themselves. They emerged from the marshes on all sides of them, armed with spears and bows. In contrast to other Argonians they had met, their attire was tribal in nature. Normally, the pack would need to wear their city clothes to blend in with a settlement, but in this case, their clothing was very similar to the pack's. In fact, the hunters seemed to be even more heavily ornamented with bone jewelry, war paint, and tattoos. A black-scaled Argonian male was the first to speak, while the others kept a sharp eye on the pack. As the only Argonian in the group, the man naturally spoke to Meesei first. 

[i]"You are approaching our home. Unless you have a good reason to be here, we would like you to leave us in peace."[/i] The Argonian said in a somewhat forceful tone. 

Meesei bowed her head slightly and closed her eyes while clasping together her hands. [i]"Peace, egg-brother. We approach with only the greatest respect. We seek to give reverence to the Hist and to bask in their wisdom. I search for a tree that gives freely of the sap which gives us life. Does your home have what we seek?"[/i] Meesei asked. Her tone was polite, but it was likely her accent which gave her words the most credibility. As she was raised in a village similar to that of these hunters, her accent was comparable to theirs, letting them know that she was a native of the marsh just as they were.

The Argonian hunter gave a slight grunt and looked over the rest of the group suspiciously. It was easy to tell that he was not comfortable, but Meesei's words had caused him to take notice. [i]"You bring outsiders to our home to seek the Hist? I do not like this. I fear that, intentional or no, you may only bring harm to my home, but our customs do not allow me to deny you. Only our Treeminder may decide if we will honor your...request. I can, however, demand that you turn over your weapons as a condition of being allowed to enter our village. My home is a place of peace, and I will not have it disturbed. We will return them to you when you leave."

[i]"Of course.[/i] Meesei answered before looking back to her pack. "They will allow us to enter, but first you must turn over your weapons to them. Do not attempt to hide them, just give them without protest. They will not harm us, and they will return the weapons when we leave." She explained as a few of the hunters stepped forward cautiously to collect the weapons.