Meesei listened, getting a bit of a better idea of Fendros' motivations. She almost chuckled, as his desires seemed to match every stereotype of the young and naive adventurer, seeking fame and glory sufficient enough to put his name down in history. Still, for the dedicated and skilful, it was not a complete impossibility. As a lycan, attaining fame and recognition would still be possible...just not in the same circles as Fendros was used to. The power that went along with that fame, however, would be much easier for him to attain. 

"Well, from the moment I hatched, I was trained to take my father's place as shaman, so yes, I did want it." Meesei answered. "I am grateful to have been born in that position, as it opened me up to mysteries of magic. We spent the majority of most days training, which likely would have made my brothers and sisters jealous, were it not for the fact that they had their own paths. I do have to admit that it was rather easy for me to transition into the style of living of the pack, as Argonian villages are very communal in nature. Argonian children, at least in my clan, were raised by the community, so the attention my father gave me did not garner too much envy from my siblings. As I indicated before, though, I did eventually change my mind. When my father died, I took over his responsibilities, and in the middle of a crisis too. Our hunters could not find prey, so I went to the one whose is the master of that sphere. I am glad to have found my lord Hircine, but I will not pretend it was easy to leave my family. I understand the issues you are going through now, as I went through them myself. My ancestors were perhaps not as exciting as yours, still, there is some history with them. There have been no great wars in my clan since the last era, with the Oblivion crisis. In that war, the Hist called every Argonian into action, from the cities to the deepest of marshes. Most answered the call and defended our home. Quite well, I might add. Black Marsh suffered very little from that war, which in turn gave it the strength to declare its independence. The following invasion of Morrowind was more...politically motivated, and many clans had returned to their lands in the marshes, mine included. My clan did not participate in that war, not that they were particularly needed. Between the Empire failing in its duties to protect Morrowind during the Oblivion crisis, and the eruption of Red Mountain, the odds were never stacked in the Dunmer people's favor."

Meesei chuckled. "I suppose I am going off on a tangent, though. All-in-all, though it pained me to leave those I knew and cared about, I trusted Hircine in his word that I would find family once more, and that has turned out to be true. Even if we are not related by blood, I feel closer to my pack than I ever did with my family. All that being said, however, there are still a lot of lessons I took to heart from them, particularly from my father in regards to magic. He taught me not only how to cast spells, but how to ask my own questions and do my own research. Curiosity and a desire to learn are the greatest traits any mage can gave. What of you? Dunmer culture generally has a great respect for magic, have you had any interest in the arcane arts?"