Do'rhajul grunted. "I think you shall not resist saying your words regardless of what you do."

Meesei doubted that anything her or her pack could say would influence Do'rhajul's thinking. However, drawing out a conversation might give her time to pay attention to any bystanders to watch their reactions, and determine which of them might have a vested interest in the conversation.

"We have learned much about you over the years, Do'rhajul. We have learned that you are just as much of a victim in this as the rest of us. You have been lied to; tricked into serving a master that intends to bring an end to anything you may care about. You joined this war because of your desire to fight...my kind, yes? Your master plans to destroy the Tamriel we know; we are the ones trying to protect it." Meesei asserted, all the while paying attention to the reactions of anyone nearby. 

Sabine may have noticed that the other raven gave a particular reaction to Meesei's last statement. It fluttered its wings, then flew down and retreated into a narrow alleyway, from which a soft violet glow started to emanate. 

Predictably, Do'rhajul was not swayed by an as-of-yet unsubstantiated claim. "Is that the greatest lie you could produce? I expected more. Perhaps it is your master that has lied to you? Or do you truly think that spreading your vile curse will 'help' Tamriel?"