Meesei took a sip of her tea, glad to finally be able to relax properly after so long being cramped up within the ship. "The journey itself was mostly dull, fortunately. There were no surprises, just walking and sailing. Though, we did have some...mostly pleasant affairs in Cheydinhal. As for Skyrim, it has been a good home for us, perhaps just because we have been able to find such a wonderfully secluded home within it. I apologize that we have not been able to describe it to you as of yet, but I have taken to being exceptionally careful concerning its secrecy. Our letters may take a bit longer to reach one another, but you can rest assured that we are safe."

Taking another drink, Meesei looked around the room. It was obviously not as decorated as the shop below, but it was more indicative of Ariel's personal life in the city. "It is good to see that your shop seems to be doing well. I heard you faced some flooding damage, though that is nothing uncommon in Black Marsh. Most buildings tend to be built for it. Has everything else been going well in the city? Any interesting stories to tell?" She asked. 

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The mention of Dar-Tzesa's name caused the man to immediately become much more severe, and further strengthened his suspicion. He appeared to be on-edge, but did not yet do anything to distance himself from Gallus. He merely kept his grip tightly on the door as his gaze went down to the feather in Gallus' hand. "I would ask you to explain yourself to me, clearly and...directly."