Do'rhajul briefly eyed the crowds of the market. "I know not what 'cult' you are referencing, but it seems you do not either. Infecting people? Killing Talos worshipers? Our people have done nothing of the sort. Do you think me so daft that you can convince me I am committing your crimes? My sole purpose is to punish the one who destroyed my life, and the lives of so many others. The one whose will you perpetuate, and the one who is threatening Tamriel with his curse."
Meesei actually found herself confused by what Do'rhajul was saying, almost all of it was obviously and provably false based on the information that each of them knew the other had available to them. Just on this conversation alone, Do'rhajul would be able to tell that her pack had discerned Vile's true purpose and learned what his cultists had been doing. It seemed pointless to not only try to deny it, but claim that it was Hircine's doing when there was no one else present for him to persuade. Unless, of course, there actually was. The Nord had made it clear that Do'rhajul's team was not entirely united. He could have been trying to convince his own team that their cause was a righteous one. It was even possible that Do'rhajul himself was in the dark on Vile's true goals, though it did seem hard to believe that they could keep their goals secret from their highest-ranking general. However, it was not quite impossible.
Lorag had his glare firmly on the general from the moment they saw him. He was seething in anger, which only grew stronger as their conversation continued, but it was also mixed with disbelief at what he was hearing. "What have you become, Do'rhajul? You used to be the best commander I'd ever seen, and the only one I'd have chosen to serve under. Now look at you; you sound like some kind of puppet!"
"So, it is really you." Do'rhajul said, letting out a sigh as he looked to Lorag. "I had hoped the reports were false. That I was mistaken in what I saw all those years ago. You had your life ripped away just as I did, and yet instead of fighting it, instead of trying to claim back what you had earned, you became a dog to your new master. You were a promising soldier, Lorag, but you were corrupted like so many others. There is still a chance, you know. To reclaim what time you have left for yourself. There is a...solution, a cure. I have seen it work myself. Work with me, fulfill your duties, and it can be yours. Any of you could be saved from your current path. I may not completely agree with the one whom employs my services, but he will fulfill the bargains he makes. And in this case, his desires happen to align with the interests of Tamriel."
Lorag grunted. "I think you've got it mixed up on which of us has been corrupted."
"Indeed." Meesei added, focusing her attention on the Nord and twin Orcs. "Has your general told you of how it was your master, not us, who started the war? Or of all the families his people have slaughtered, and how their souls were harvested? Or how it was your master that spread the so-called 'curse' for all those years? Do you know your master's true goals, and why they are now killing innocent Talos worshipers? Has he given you any actual proof of anything he has told you, or have you just been taking him at his word?"
"Enough!" A female voice sounded out nearby. From the alley that Sabine had been watching, a Breton woman emerged. She was dressed in local-styled robes, but clearly matched the description of the zealot that had been described to them. Out of all of Do'rhajul's team, she was the most likely to be a completely loyal servant of Vile. She marched up to the group nearby and took her place next to Do'rhajul. "Why are we still listening to this drivel? It is clearly pointless. These monsters are as deceptive as they are dangerous. We may not be able to act here and now, but know that your days are numbered, beasts. Now, let us leave this place. And watch the raven on that roof; it is her."