The younger of the Dunmer gave a very brief chuckle. "Hmph, keeping your enemies closer, I see."

The older Dunmer gave the other only a quick glance before continuing. "I appreciate that there is some rationality among the Champion's inner circle. This may not be the path that I would have chosen myself, were I in charge, but I suppose there are justifications for it. Just be sure to make the risk worthwhile. Leverage any advantage he can give us, but take care not to be caught up in any possible treachery. It would be unfortunate to lose you to such a mistake."

Geran simply sipped his wine, unphased by Sabine's modest nature. "I am afraid it is not the choice of you or the Champion. Whether you like it or not, any of your feats, your accomplishments as a pack, eventually become attributed, at least mostly, to the [i]legendary[/i] Champion of Hircine as the word spreads through the ranks of the people." He explained. He did not seem to even attempt to hide some disdain in his tone when he spoke Meesei's title. "Lycans love to have strong leaders; it is simply in our nature. Our beasts are socially-minded creatures that appreciate strength. Having a hero to look up to is comforting for them, and it is easy for them to try and ignore their hero's flaws if it keeps them happy. And I think there are many people who are just the same, even without their beast's influence."

Reaching out one hand, Geran smiled and gave Sabine a quick pat on the shoulder. "But this, well, this is different. Nothing of what you accomplished can be...gifted to Meesei's legend. This is yours, and yours alone. Even though you quite obviously do not want the accolades, you do deserve them. For a true leader, humility is something beautiful, and I think it is something you have in the very core of who you are. You are not like most lycan heroes, and I think that is what makes you the greatest among them. I think that you are a more qualified leader than, say...our current Champion."