The older Dunmer seemed to be at least slightly less guarded when speaking to Fendros. Still, his expression was severe in general. "Hmm...not the worst answer you could give, I shall admit. I believe I would speak for many if I were to say that it would be unacceptable to give him any significant degree of trust. Any...authority that he might abuse." He said, pausing as he leaned in and stared sternly into Fendros' eyes. "But I would ask if you can say, with certainty, that [i]you[/i] find this arrangement acceptable. If tragedy strikes, [i]your[/i] pack shall be the most vulnerable to it."

"Geran." The Breton answered without skipping a beat. As he opened up the tap on the cask, he looked over straight into Sabine's eyes. "You need not worry, I have not cast any blame onto you for the Champion's crimes. I cannot presume to understand what kind of a state you must have been in, with all you went through. I know full well how ruthless Vile's cultists can be, and you have my greatest sympathy for any suffering you had to endure." 

Geran finished topping off his cup, then leaned back against the side of the cask. "So it is all true, yes? I have little doubt, considering that you brought most of those cultists straight back to my clan in bindings. Not to mention the dragon. I have to say, it is all most impressive. The rest of the clan alphas have known of you and the rest of your pack for years, of course, but I have to say that you have become something so much greater than just the Champion's shadow."