Just as she promised, Meesei took the time to show Marod and Lunise some of the more important part of the city for one's day-to-day life. They had already been shown around what was essentially their governing building, so she focused on places like the kitchens, blacksmiths, and tailors, as well as more arcane specialists like enchanters and alchemists if they needed any magical supplies. Due to the feast, none of them were actually available at the moment, but they all worked in the same places every day. Any member of the clan was given their basic necessities, but their clan was still large enough to have a market and trade much like an "actual" city. It was only trusted, designated traders who were allowed to exchange goods with the outside word, but thanks to their propylon network, they were able to trade freely with most of Tamriel's clans. 

Through the entire tour, Meesei ended up transforming back and forth between her Argonian and werewolf forms seemingly on a whim. She did not give a reason for doing so, but she made it clear in practice as well as her words that she was equally comfortable in either form. As time passed, more people began to trickle in from the feast, but the city was still far from crowded. Eventually, they came back around close to the gates, to some additions they had made outside one of the original Dwemer structures. They were clearly stables, and they did indeed have horses as one might expect, but on the other side of a tall, wooden wall separating the horses, Marod and Lunise would be able to hear a distinctive clicking sound. 

Meesei, in her Argonian form, glanced back towards the pair as she walked along the fence. "I am not sure if you will have need of mounts, but if you do, our stables are here. You will have to bring in your own horses, I am afraid. All of these here are owned." She explained as they started to move past the dividing wall, which revealed clearly the source of the clicking. There were multiple pens, all containing chaurus of various sizes. 

"We also keep our chaurus here, whenever their owners are unable to watch them. The fences do not do much to keep in the chaurus hunters, given their wings, but we have never really had a problem with them flying away. They are well-trained." Meesei commented. After a moment, one of the larger chaurus seemed to notice Meesei and walked up to the fence. It was an adult, though it had not yet gone through its metamorphosis into a chaurus hunter. The only defining feature it had compared to the other chaurus was a light-colored scratch across the right side of its head. The creature clicked its mandibles together and extended its head out through the fence towards Meesei, who chuckled in response. She reached out her hand and scratched at the joint just under its mandibles. "Hello there, Ma'rasi. Good to see you too." 

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Ri'vashi remained just as harsh in her expression, even though her tone still did not reflect it. "We already spoke of this as well. Ri'vashi does not think there is anything more to accomplish talking about any of this."

Letting out a sigh, Ri'vashi, nevertheless, stood up to her feet. "But if it gives you some peace of mind, then we can speak of the same things again. She will go where you wish."