"Rediscov-?" Fendros lowered his brow in confusion, but interrupted himself and let out the rest of his breath. He struggled to find words that were not furious, but after a moment of looking at the table and moving his jaw silently, he selected something. "I learned the histories, I grew up close to my family," Fendros extended an upturned hand, "you speak as if I know nothing of this." Fendros began looking about impatiently, "Is there some great secret that is told on our one hundredth birthday? Some grand revelation that dictates why you cannot have a child with a Khajiit? Perhaps you could tell me why it does not say anything about contracting lyc-"

Fendros was interrupted by Gallus loudly clearing his throat. He had almost slipped in his anger and Gallus did not look happy.

"All I want to know, Irenya," Fendros said, becoming calmer and slower again, "is why our blood isn't already tainted with what we turn into every few days. I cannot respect a double standard, even in Dunmer tradition."