Oswall might have been described as being taken aback my Meesei's shift in tone. It was jarring, but Oswall retained his composure beyond sitting up straighter and raising his chin defensively. "There will be no problem if there is no plotting," Oswall said in a low voice that spoke of restrained anger of his own. He stood up and walked out slowly, salvaging his pride given the circumstances.

True to Meesei's prediction, Darahil and Fendros had turned up shortly before Oswall's questioning had finished. Fendros barely even had time to familiarise himself with the current situation at Meesei's chamber, but he seemed more concerned with speaking with Meesei first. "There's a concerning amount of strange looks and whispers around, Meesei," Fendros said quietly without any ceremony, "I think some information may have come out."

Darahil stepped up and eyed Meesei and Fendros in turn. "Indeed, such behaviour is only characteristic of this clan when it is in fear," Darahil spoke more confident, matter-of-fact tone, as if he knew that no one of consequence was in earshot. "It would be wise to prepare explanations at this point, champion. Let us keep this meeting brief, for your sake as much as the clan's." The Altmer's warning was cold, hard, and short on urgency on his part.