Vera looked at Ri'vashi on her left, then Oswall and Darahil on her right, then switched back to the rest of the council. They did not have any trace of understanding, and she reflected as much to Meesei in her incredulous expression.

She gathered her words as carefully as she could. "Champion...Meesei. You know we all trust you. We know what you are capable of and that you have saved the lives of countless lycans across the entire continent. In that light, you must understand..." She shook her head and spread her arms, a strain on her expression. Sincere, whispered words emerged. "What you are suggesting sounds nothing short of insane. I cannot profess to have as much knowledge on the nature of Daedric Princes as you or this Areldril, but even on face value, using an axe to stroll up and hurt our patron enemy will require more than a quick word. Please, tell me you have more to hear you out on in this."

"And the Dominion," Darahil added. "I would prefer to know what exactly the measures were that you took with their representative. When you are ready to answer."