"It is certainly an art, to build in these trees." Ra'kalesh commented, taking his seat near Meesei. "It is something learned from the Dagi, this one believes, and adapted for our purposes. These structures are easier to hide, and harder to attack with a proper defense. Ra'kalesh knows little of their actual construction, however."

Meesei had taken a seat on the end of the table as they awaited the clan leader. A few of the guards they had encountered on the way to the meeting hall had followed behind them, but were currently waiting outside at the door. Just from the reactions she had seen in the walk through the camp, she had a feeling that their arrival had caused some measure of chaos within the clan, but hopefully, it would turn out to be a positive sort of chaos. The kind that would involve hope being restored to their frightened minds. At the very least, most of the clan was already aware that a change was coming soon. 

"This place is larger than what I would have expected from an outpost." Meesei explained. "Most of the buildings seem older, so it was built quite a while ago. I myself wonder if it was always Ri'nakhad's intention to bring the clan here in an emergency? If so, it would be a contingency many years in the making. That would explain why there are not enough living quarters for even a third of the original clan in the trees. The Senchal clan has grown just as much in the last few years as nearly every other in Tamriel. He likely would not have had the time or resources to have this place expanded."

Although Tzirret was trying to stay out of sight, Peiter certainly noticed how timid he was. The past few days had seen a return to Tzirret's former level of confidence; perhaps even less than before. He sat across from Tzirret, beside Sabine, and leaned in as he looked at him with concern. "Is everything alright, Tzirret? I know we  didn't get the best welcome, but I don't think anyone in the clan is going to hurt us."