Fendros looked around. The corner of his mouth tensed up. He would have to choose his words carefully. "I will be honest. If he died, I would feel safer. But right now he knows details that are invaluable to us. I am willing to take the risk of essentially holding him prisoner for that much." He weaved his fingers together. "I fear that he will be given untoward freedoms eventually. However, I do not believe I shall be the only one to pull my weight to stop that. At least until the information he provides can be confirmed."

Fendros gave Do'rhajul a sideways look from his distance across the table and spoke quietly to the Dunmer. "If there is an opinion I can agree on driving this outcome, however, it is that Do'rhajul is more dangerous outside than here. He is an Imperial general and a powerful warrior. Not a spy, not a conman, and certainly not an assassin."

Sabine was immediately put off by Geran's description of Meesei's outburst as her 'crimes.' She took a cup of wine cautiously and sipped it while Geran spoke. She lowered her eyes and momentarily thinned her lips at Geran's sympathy for her plight. She was perhaps too distracted to thank him for it before he continued.

As for the praise, Sabine exhaled a laugh and let her usual modesty embarrass her. "I...am not used to having this much attention," she said, tightening the grip on her staff. "I have not been called that before, though." She brought her eyes to Geran's face. "The Champion's shadow? Meesei is not my competitor. She is my mentor and...was my alpha."