Vinaremo's expression turned livid. He clenched his fists and began to shout. "Why you little...I'm going to have your soul on..."

"Vinaremo." The Argonian behind him interrupted simply, but firmly. 

The Altmer turned his head briefly, and seemed to calm at least slightly, but he was still quite angry. "Ah...but for now, this challenge. You agreed, yes? You said you would serve my every command for a day if I succeed, I [i]know[/i] I heard you say it. Such an agreement is binding, and I know our Lady Hal-Neesa will enforce this deal. I look forward to commanding you to my whims; all I have to do is go break a simple..."

"Break my ward instead." Meesei interrupted. Even if Sabine had never made any wager, it was likely that Neesa would believe him over her, and though the ward in question did appear strong, it was entirely possible that the Altmer could break it. Meesei, however, could create a ward much stronger than what could be made with a single soul gem. "More specifically, I challenge you to break my ward before I can break yours. If I win, you leave all of us alone and do not speak to anyone in my pack unless we want to speak to you. if you win...I will take her place."

Vinaremo paused, looking Meesei over from head to toe, as if examining a horse or piece of livestock for imperfections. "Hmm...yes, I could have a use for you. Fine, I will break your ward, then we will have a [i]wonderful[/i] time together."

As Vinaremo took his position, Meesei glanced to Sabine. At least she was now absolved from any danger; it was anyone's guess what the Altmer might have done with her if given a day to command her. It worried her that she had no reference to how much magical strength the Altmer might have, but he would have to be quite skilled in order to outmatch her. Honestly, she wished Sabine would not have spoken up, but this could at least be a chance to stop him from harassing the pack.