"That is interesting." Meesei remarked. "Yerig seems like too experienced of a person to do something like that by mistake."

Lorag huffed. "So what, he saved her, but then kept fightin' Janius? I don't remember seeing him stop. That could get her killed just the same, if the Orcs kept swinging. Seems like he can't decide if he wants to kill us or help us."

"Maybe he can't?" Ahnasha suggested. "We've all read the report on him. He doesn't seem like a fit to Do'rhajul's little group. I honestly have to wonder why he's helping them to begin with. It has to be something they've told him, or maybe he knows one of them? Trusts one of them. Even still, if he thinks we're as bad as his allies are probably telling him, and he is willing to help them, I can't imagine why he wouldn't be willing to kill us."

Meesei let out a long, soft breath. "That is a fair point, and it is difficult to say. Why raise a sword against us if he is, at the same time, not willing to let one of us die? Though, the magic he commands, the Thu'um, may provide a hint. The only group that still practices it in modern times are the Greybeards, but they are reclusive monks that live in seclusion on a mountain here in Skyrim. From what I know of them, they practice nonviolence and isolationism. They do not involve themselves in the world's events whenever possible. However, I cannot imagine that Yerig could have trained anywhere else. He would had to have been taught through the lens of their beliefs."

Ahnasha looked to be skeptical. "Well, he definitely isn't 'nonviolent'. And I'd say he's pretty involved right now. Are you sure he couldn't have learned anywhere else? You could have tried learning the Thu'um in Apocrypha, after all." 

"Wouldn't be the first time someone's turned their back on the Greybeards." Lorag interjected. "Whole reason I ended up in Skyrim was because that Jarl Stormcloak left the Greybeards to fight a war. Eventually ended up killing their king and tried to take over himself. Don't see why this Nord couldn't have done the same." 

Throughout the conversation, kaleeth did not seem to be getting any more comfortable. She pulled up her knees to her chest and pressed her head into them, with tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes.