Meesei rubbed her chin. "Hmm, it is hard to say if their motivation truly is the rumors of your magic, or if it lies with you being non-Argonian. Not without knowing them. In either case, you may yet be able to warm up to them. Argonians do have the reputation to be slow to trust, but very loyal to loved ones. Once you do gain their trust, you would have to do something very drastic to lose it. I have to resist the urge to offer my help, as I know it is a personal matter for you and Rukeewei. I would not want to involve myself where it would not be appropriate."

Looking over to Sabine beside her, Meesei put on a smile and placed her hand on her shoulder. "I think I shall focus my efforts into giving Sabine here all of my advice on love. She has had some setbacks recently, but I think she is beginning to look ahead to the future."

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While he was startled at the number of weapons Gallus possessed, the Argonian did calm down noticeably once the weapons were in his possession. "Yes...well you may call me Najan-Ja. Dar-Tzesa was my sister. If you are going to speak about her, I ask you be sensitive to her son. The rest of us accepted her likely fate long ago, but...he has still been holding hope. Just...come in."

As Najan allowed them in, he guided them to a small room just to the left of the entrance. Inside, there was only a single table, a chair, and a bed, on which lay Yizan-Lei. If Gallus had any preconceived notions of what he was like, the reality was probably as bad or worse. Yizan was wearing only a simple pair of worn cloth trousers, so his overall condition was readily apparent. His scales had lost most of their color and were actually slightly translucent, much like an elderly Argonian, although he was only an adolescent, perhaps slightly younger than Sabine. Additionally, he scarcely had any muscles left on his body. His arms and legs were little more than bone, to the point where it was questionable that he could even stand, and his ribs were plainly visible above his seemingly malnourished stomach. Beside him in the chair was a dark-scaled Argonian woman of the same age as Najan in a plain cloth dress.

"This man is here with...news about your mother, Yizan-Lei." Najan-Ja announced.