Jespric was just as silent as the woman and her daughter had been when they first came in the room. Just like they had, he avoided eye contact, and was entirely unresponsive until Fendros said his wife's name. At that point, he looked up at her with confusion, and a bit of anger. "You weren't supposed to tell them who you are, woman!" He shouted at her. 

Eleninne let out a light sigh. "They know what we look like; it didn't matter. I think they know a lot about us. Let's just...tell them whatever we can so we can go home."

"Dear, I...I can't do that. You know I can't...you know what they'll do to us." Jespric responded. 

More and more, Eleninne showed some desperation in how she was acting. "Does it matter? These people can hurt us right now. We can just...run away. Go somewhere far away where they can't find us. They won't go to the ends of Tamriel to chase our debt over a sword and a horse."

Jespric shook his head. "No, you don't understand. It won't matter where we go. We won't be able to hide. And...it doesn't matter what these people do to us. What [i]they[/i] do to us will be worse if we say anything."

Ahnasha found the man's comment to be a good place to interject. "It actually does matter. Contrary to what your employers may have wanted you to think, neither Vile nor his agents are omnipotent."

"Wait, Vile? What are you..." Eleninne began, but Ahnasha did not allow her to interrupt.

"Shut up." Ahnasha snapped. "As I was saying, Vile is not all powerful, else we would not be fighting him. And I can say that, most assuredly, I am very capable of causing you just as much, if not more harm than Vile can." She said, pulling her dagger from its scabbard on her belt. Though, she did not do anything with it for the moment.