Their table was separated enough from the majority of the clan that they would not be able to clearly hear the conversation unless they were trying to speak to everyone intentionally, particularly over the general noise of the crowd. However, all of those at the their table could hear them clearly, and they were a rapt audience. It was a confusing announcement that Do'rhajul had been spared, and all of them sought an answer. Do'rhajul's explanation would be important for more than just calming Rhazii. 

Do'rhajul felt the eyes on him, but he had little choice but to answer. There was a pause, and a deep breath from him before he finally spoke. "Did Captain gro-Konesh...Lorag, ever tell you the story of how he was turned, young one? His story was the same as mine, in that regard. I was, at that time, Tribune Do'rhajul, proud and loyal servant of our Emperor and his army. From my birth, it was my fate to serve our people. Our nation. We were the protectors of peace and safety for our, and it was the only life that I had wanted. It was not Stormcloaks, but lycans that ended the lives we had. We were on a patrol when they attacked. It was like nothing I had seen up to that point, and nothing I could have prepared for. We were not equipped to deal with such ferocious beings, and we were slaughtered because of it. I saw my brothers and sisters in arms ripped apart before my eyes, eaten alive. I only barely escaped, severely wounded...and infected. Until I learned of Lorag, I thought I was the only survivor."

With a brief silence, Do'rhajul's gaze moved between the clan leaders watching him. "It is not an uncommon story for lycans, I am told. From what I understand, Captain gro-Konesh went on to find your Champion, your pack. A family. I did not. What I found was isolation, fear. Before my turning, I had a family: a wife and child. I had my purpose in my career, camaraderie in my fellow soldiers. Afterwards, I had nothing. I tried to return to a settlement to get help to get back to my garrison, but that was a mistake. I am not sure what happened, but I found a farmhouse, the owner gave me clothes, a meal, a warm fire. I remember him giving me a map and explaining how I could get to the nearest village, then I spotted his little boy playing with his dog in the snow. I smelled them both more intensely than I had ever smelled anything in my life. Their flesh...the blood pumping through their veins. I don't remember anything else, except waking up in the wilderness somewhere hours later, some dried blood on my fur."

The pain that Do'rhajul's memories brought him was palpable in his expression, but he pressed on with only a brief delay. "After a while, I sought to end my own life, and was stopped only by the effort and charity of Yerig. He helped me to find some peace, but there was nothing to replace what I had lost. When I was found by Vile's cultists, I was easy to convince. I had only ever known lycans as the ones who had destroyed the lives of myself, and those that I had come to see as my brothers and sisters. When they told me that those monsters had a plan to infect all of Tamriel with their plague, I believed them. Why would they risk attacking an Imperial patrol otherwise, if they were not so confident? Everything I had seen of Hircine and his lycanthropy was monstrous, and Vile offered me the hope for a cure, and a return to my family. With all I had experienced, how could I not see their cause as righteous?"