As the three entered the cell, they found the Imperial bound against the wall, much as the Argonian had been. All of the impostor's companions had the scent of lycans, but they did not know for certain how many actually possessed the condition. Regardless, they chained them all as if they were lycanthropes out of caution. The Imperial had been sleeping as they entered, but started to stir as soon as the cell door was closed. 

Meesei had questioned the Imperial briefly the previous night, but had only managed to learn his name. "Hiritus, wake up." Meesei ordered. 

Hiritus let out a long, exaggerated yawn before looking up at Meesei with disinterest. "Oh, it's the [i]important[/i] mongrel..." He began, glancing to Gallus and Ri'vashi. "...and her sycophants. To what do I owe the displeasure?" He said with a sarcastically polite tone. 

"You know well what we want. What were your goals here, and who do you report to?" Meesei asked. 

"Yeah, yeah, can we just skip the whole interrogation thing? We both know that's not going to work. Let's just skip to the part where you try to torture it out of me, then I can get back to sleep." Hiritus answered dismissively. 

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Irenya did not immediately accept the notion that she had been kind to the Khajiit, nor deserved any kindness from them. "I was just...performing my duties. My role was to ensure the health and well-being of the clan to expedite our journey. I was just doing what I was supposed to do; I did not need nor want gifts or gratitude. I tried explaining it to the girl, but she wouldn't listen. None of them would listen."

Again, there was another pause as Irenya finally finished off the remainder of her meal, after which she looked at him somewhat indirectly. "Are they all like this?"