Irenya glanced over to Gallus with a slight grimace. "Must I really spell it out, Gallus?" She asked, though she did not wait for a response before letting out a sigh and looked specifically to Fendros. 

"As I said, it's a matter of tradition. Of Dunmer customs that you are not...respecting. Our families are among the most important part of our culture. Our ancestors define us far more than whatever gods the temple decided they are worshiping that day. Surely you can see where I am going with this? Your ancestors should receive your reverence, and they will provide for you. Your bloodline is not only your physical, but your cultural inheritance. Your Dunmer bloodline is not something you can afford to corrupt." Irenya explained, but she could go no further before Ahnasha's anger reached its breaking point.

"I am NOT a corruption!" Ahnasha shouted as she slammed her hand down on the table.