Everyone's attention turned gradually to Lunise. She had been quiet when the Towers were mentioned. Her stony glare did not budge.

"I do not believe you," she finally said.

Marod spoke up. "I am no scholar on the specifics, Lunise, but the patterns of behaviour from the Thalmor point to it clearly. Aversion to us other races didn't come out of nowhere. They want to return-"

"That is idealistic trite!" Lunise shouted, casting one hand in front of her. "All of that sanctimonious drivel is a myth! The Thalmor are for an Altmer nation. Not putting it all to and end." She jabbed a finger in Areldril's direction. "How can you come out and claim such a thing if it was you that had to be complicit all this time, hm!? This is a petty political ploy, likely to manipulate the lycan population to your own ends, [i]beyond your station,[/i] Areldril!"

"Areldril," Marod picked up, much more calmly. "Perhaps you should inform Meesei. Her people have a stake in this. Though I am sure, as would I, she would find it useful to know [i]your[/i] stake in this."