With Gallus at least mostly under control, it was only a few silent, tense minutes more of waiting before the Suthay-raht warrior returned. During that time, some of the clan’s members passing through the chamber gave strange glances to the group under guard near the entrance, but none paid close enough attention to recognize Meesei. 

From the passageway to their left, three people entered the chamber. The first was the Suthay-raht who led the group currently guarding them. The second was a large Cathay woman, likely a warrior, though it was difficult to judge her build at the moment, since the cloak she wore draped over her shoulders was rather loose fitting. It was made of simple brown fabric, and looked as if it would easily fall off without so much as tearing in the event of a transformation. The last individual was an Argonian woman. She had light green scales, red feathers atop her head, and two prominent curved horns. Meesei kept her hood up and allowed herself to blend in among her group as they drew closer, so that this impostor would not spot her too soon. 

As the three drew closer, Meesei could see that, while this Argonian had the same prominent features, her face had an entirely different structure to Meesei’s own. She was obviously a different individual, but if one was just going off of a description, then she could see how it would be easy for the clan to have been fooled by her. 

When the trio reached the group, the impostor was the first to speak. “Now, what is this that requires my attention? I do not recognize any of these people.” Evidently, the warrior had not given the full explanation of the problem at hand. 

Meesei stepped forward in front of the group, lowering her hood to reveal her face. “Is that so? Perhaps you should, for you are impersonating one of them.” She said, being sure that her ring was clearly visible on her hand. 

While most of those in the clan were focusing on Meesei, anyone who was paying close attention to the impostor might notice her eyes widen, and a tinge of worry appear in her expression. 

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Ma’tanza lowered her head meekly. [i]“This one did not ask anything wrong. We were all talking and laughing together, and Ma’tanza ending up asking how Bheja’s relationship with her sister even works.”[/i]

[i]”Which means: ‘how do we mate?’”[/i] Bheja added.

Ma’tanza practically growled at Bheja. [i]”No it doesn’t, Bheja! There is a lot more to a relationship than mating, and there is a lot more Ma’tanza could have been talking about.”[/i]

Bheja chuckled. [i]”Could have, but not actually were. Anyway, it seems like Tzirret here is pretty interested, seeing how he keeps asking about it. I think I’ll tell him as well. First we…”[/i]

[i]”Bheja! M’ibasa is far too young for this kind of talk!”[/i] Ma’tanza shouted, this time with an undeniably serious expression. 

Bheja nodded apologetically. [i]”Of course, of course. You’re right; your brother shouldn’t hear this.”[/i] He said, but predictably, he put on a grin as he continued. “So, I’ll just switch to Cyrodilic.” He said. What followed was a rather lengthy and detailed explanation to Tzirret of his and S’nishi’s mating habits, regardless of how much anyone protested.