The Master-Hunter did not seem to like Janius' stare, but he likely would not have approved of anything Janius did. The air was tense for the few minutes that they had to wait for any of the tribe's other leaders to arrive. When the Elder finally emerged from her hut, the Master-Hunter walked away from Janius, muttering 
Waxhuthil" under his breath. 

The Elder, true to her title, was a very old Argonian woman. Her scales had lost their color long ago, and were now to the point that they were nearly translucent. Her feathers had fallen out of her head, leaving her with only a few small horns above each eye, and by the way she moved, it seemed like a feat that she was even walking unaided. Her eyes were completely covered with a milky-blue film, indicating that she was quite blind. Nevertheless, she did not seem to have any trouble finding her way around. As soon as she was at the base of the mud ramp to her hut, she took a few sniffs of the air and looked in the direction of the pack. [i]"I can smell the anger in the air, the fear. I see you have done a fine job of making our guests uncomfortable, Zharanthixil."[/i] She said, the sarcasm evident in her tone. 

[i]"They are not guests, Elder, they are outsiders. They have come seeking our Hist tree. Who knows what harm they might intend to bring? From the very beginnings of Nirn, outsiders have caused nothing but harm for our people. Even if they are not lying, I do not think the Hist would want to commune with-"[/i] Master-Hunter Zharanthixil began, only to be interrupted by the Elder.

[i]"You are not of the same mind as the Hist, Zharan, do not attempt to speak for them. The Hist have communed with outsiders before, and it is not our place to say if they will do so again. Be cautious of your words, young one. The Hist call for us to be cautious, but they do not call for us to hate. Your words skirt the line between concern and anger. Do not fall into the trap of hatred, young hunter, it has no place in our home. Please, meditate on this. I insist."[/i] The old Argonian chided.

[i]"Of course, Elder. My hunters will keep you safe.[/i]" Zharanthixil responded in a polite, but forced tone. He was clearly unconvinced and still regarded the pack suspiciously, but nevertheless, he returned to his hut.

With the Master-Hunter gone, the Elder turned her head to face the pack, even if she could not actually see them. She took a few more sniffs of the air to take in the scents of their visitors, then spoke up in slow, heavily-accented, but clear Cyrodilic. "Treeminder Thorantilth will arrive soon. I welcome you to our home. Our hunters will not harm you if you maintain respect for the Hist and their people." She explained. Even so, the suspicious glares of the hunters around them did not subside.