Meesei placed a hand on Sabine's staff, allowing her to at least feel the extent of the magicka held within. Though, even she could not discern the details of how the staff functioned just on her first impressions. "I think we should study the staff to test its limits and capabilities. I recall during the first ambush that Arinette was using the staff in a seemingly dangerous way, so it would probably be best that we try to understand it to the best of our abilities."

Meesei's eyes turned towards their two "guests", Do'rhajul in particular. She was silent, focused, and now difficult to read. "I do not trust you, Rhajul. You nearly killed me at one point in my life, and I watched you slay a respected friend of mine in Elsweyr. You have caused pain to my people that cannot be undone." She said, turning back to Sabine. "But I do trust you, Sabine. If this is what you wish, I can abide by it. We can give them quarters and put them under guard...for their own protection as much as anyone else's."

Lorag hummed, casting another suspicious eye onto his former commander. "Hmm, don't know how the people are going to take that. A lot of refugees from destroyed clans ended up here. But..." He began, placing his attention back on Sabine. "...you might be able to sell it to them. After what you pulled off, you're going to be a hero to these people. Defeating, capturing our enemy, then killing an actual dragon on top of it? You get to be a war hero, and the most accomplished hunter of any of the clans. If [i]you're[/i] the one to tell the clan that Do'rhajul here swore himself to you, they just might believe it."

Lorag gave a single chuckle. "Hmph, after what you did, I doubt there's anything the clan wouldn't do for you. That's the kind of heroics that makes clan alphas. Maybe you'll even be able to calm down the Daggerfall clan's alpha. He's gonna be...angry after all this."