"Ah," Marod conceded. "I suspected as much. It's heartening to know you're as organised as you all are."

Marod kept his hands behind his back, walking with a straight posture and observing the various quiet details. The patrolling Dwemer sphere drew his eyebrows up as he tracked its movement past them. It even drew Lunise's eyes, though with the sincerity of one who had not grown used to the machines.

The de facto governmental centre of the city, with its meeting chamber, offices, and dormitories, tempered Marod's curiosity. It was perhaps out of politeness, though it just as easily could have been the more familiar signs of bureaucracy replacing the glinting blue lights overhead.

"Oh, well, of course," Marod answered. "It is certainly in the Empire's interests to stop Clavicus Vile. We do not need another crisis on the level of Dagon's little peek-a-boo." His tone lightened. "All the same, I believe a meeting will be more productive after the night is done. I would much like to...catch up with things, as you put it. We have much to discuss."