Fendros leaned his forearm on the table and sighed from his nose. He eyed the food in front of him, thinking for a moment, before catching the leader's eyes directly. "Do'rhajul's history does validate your concerns, I will grant. It would be foolish to assume that any remaining allegiance to Vile was impossible. However, there are a number of reasons I am comfortable with this arrangement." Fendros turned his hand and lifted fingers with each point. "First, I trust Sabine. I heard the details of what happened when she was captured. She [i]never[/i] overestimates her capabilities and I believe she can keep Do'rhajul under a close eye. Secondly, none trust Do'rhajul but her. Even if the information he provides to strike at Vile's cult are accurate to the letter, he will not be given charge of anything he can use to undermine us. He is a broken, impotent old Khajiit guarded by one of the most powerful lycan mages in the world. I can assure you as one with firsthand experience against the man, we have taken necessary steps."

Sabine barely got out a greetings before the Breton Daggerfall clan leader began. She gave Do'rhajul a fleeting look before giving the leader a nod.

On the way to the wine cask, Sabine clutched at her upper arm and avoided eye contact at first. "I understand Meesei took out her anger on you while I was captured. I want to say sorry for arriving and leaving without explanation. I was...not managing myself with the forethought I should have at the time. I feel partly responsible." She looked at him again. "I am sorry, I also have a poor memory for names. What is yours?"