Lunise deeply lowered her eyebrows upon the implication that Marod could be involved in the long-term project of ousting the apocalyptic elements of the Thalmor. Any actor sworn to the Emperor of Cyrodiil was not a candidate for help, that much explained itself. She did not gather the words to respond before Meesei moved on.

Marod's eyes shot down at Meesei's palm. "Quite. I suspected as much." He interrupted himself. "-The retained faculties, I mean. I likely would have heard of another lycan with this much in the way of normal mannerisms. Is this the form you spend the majority of your time in, then?"

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Sabine looked at the table for a second to think. "I forbid you from killing anyone here. I also forbid you from being killed here." She squeezed Do'rhajul's shoulder, more out of worry than dominance. "If you do not believe you can follow those order, please make sure I know." She looked away and back. "I will be back soon. Then we may leave if you wish."

Standing straight again, Sabine thinned her lips and turned around. Her steps took her back to Ri'vashi. Unlike with Ri'kalesh, Sabine was less forceful in her approach.

"Ri'vashi?" She began with a neutral face. "We never got to speak together. May we do so now? It is important to me."