Marod lifted his brow and exhaled lightly. "That is all well and good that we can trust the lycans, Meesei and Saras. The unfortunate fact of the matter is that Cyrodiil's generals will not trust the Aldmeri-"

"A defensible position," Lunise interrupted firmly. "You locate a space in this cavern with enough space to erect a military encampment that we may fortify to last a siege, with vantage points for sentries, with an avenue for retreat, with sufficient ventilation, and a source of water. I shall inspect it personally for suitability. Your chances of such a space being occupied by allied Dominion forces shall increase considerably." Her eyes flicked to Marod and back to Meesei. "Marod has not informed me of his exact military experience, but I can guarantee mine shall be sufficient to make such judgements."

The strength of the words left the council silent. Marod was the one who broke it, laying his hands upon the table.

"Well, that has put me in a spot. Touche, Lunise." Marod tilted his head and raised a pair of fingers. "Would you mind finding two such locations?"