"How long do you think it could last?" Ahnasha finally chimed in. She had seen that Monderyn had been distant for most of the ceremony, though she was not sure how to approach him until now. As she might have expected, it was concern and uncertainty that seemed to trouble him the most, so the most effective way to deal with that would likely be actual, realistic answers. 

"You, your mother, your sister, and even your local priest all seem to be of the same mind on this issue. But your father stands alone. Now, I do not know him even remotely as well as all of you, of course, but I do know people. I was raised to be able to read people, to understand them. And people do not like to be alone. For how long will he be able to denounce Fendros with no one supporting him? He is a Dunmer, and therefore patient, but even Elven patience is not eternal. How many nights will he have lying in bed thinking on the son he used to have? How many dreams will he have to remind him before the thoughts of his family weigh too heavily on him? In a group, people can validate their opinions with one another, but if your father has no one to agree with him, I don't think it will last forever. Eventually, he will find an excuse to speak with Fendros again." Ahnasha said, looking to Monderyn with confidence. 

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Lorag kept his arms firmly crossed, his whole body unconsciously taking on a defensive posture. "That girl ain't my responsibility. She's gonna stay with you, unless you turn traitor again or somethin'. I just came here to make sure you were doin' it right. You've got to be out of practice by now, but I guess you can teach the girl something 'bout how to fight. I don't care [i]that[/i] much, but..."

Lorag let out a sigh, lowering his guard at least somewhat as he finally brought himself to look Harriet in the eye. "Look, the city's nothing compared to the wilds, but it's got some decent options. My mother ran the Fighter's guild here back before I turned. Don't know if she still does, or if she's even alive, but if she chose her successor herself, then they'll still be tough. They'll train kids once they're old enough for gold or labor. Oh, and there's been skooma traders working out of the city's east neighborhoods for as long as anyone can remember. Keep her away from those. Oh, and let her learn magic if she wants; just don't let her go anywhere near those 'College of Whispers' idiots. Politicians is all they are. There's this older Dunmer that works for the Fighter's Guild. Mostly just does paperwork, but he teaches magic on the side, and he's decent for an elf."