Marod narrowed an eye, looking past Meesei in thought. Wheels turned in his mind. In contrast, Lunise beat him to a response with utmost confidence.

"Champion of Hircine, I should think it fortunate that you maintain your status from personal might," Lunise said calmly. "For, if I were to even attempt to propose to the Dominion that the primary objective of this mission shall be in the hands of an Argonian cult leader, they would come directly to collect your head." She paused for a long breath. "You must do something in return if you think yourself the greatest battlemage in the Dominion military: You must forward, along with your invitation to the invasion, challenge our best battlemages, and you must defeat them in duels, one-by-one. Or perhaps a group bout with your pack versus our best would suit you better." Her brow twitched and she angled her head. "I understand that is quite a lot to ask," she subtly mocked.

"I shall not dance around the issue for diplomatic purposes," Marod added. "On an individual basis, there are few to no members of the Imperial Legion that compare to the best in the Dominion. If you defeat them, you will win the Legion's respect, Meesei."