It had been several hours since Meesei left the feast, which was apparent by the number of people who were returning to the city. It was not crowded, since people had been trickling back into the city for hours, but there was more activity than when Meesei had been giving Lunise and Marod the tour. She headed back to her own chambers, though as she walked down the hall, she realized that she was the first of her pack to do so. Her perspective on how much time had passed was perhaps flawed, though she had no doubt that they would be retiring for the night soon as well. As eager as she was to return to Lunise, there was another matter she supposed she could deal with quickly. Meesei did not even open the door to her own room before turning back around and heading to the stairwell leading up to their floor. It was the only way up, so she found a spot by the wall and decided to wait for Rhazii. 

A few of Meesei's other packmates passed in the minutes that Meesei was waiting, but their conversations did not amount to more than a few words to wish each other a good night. Finally, she spotted Rhazii's unmistakable, tall figure rising up the stairs and moved herself in front of him to make sure he did not simply walk past. "Rhazii, there you are. We need to speak, privately. I will follow you to your room." She said. Her tone was not outright angry, but her words made it clear that it was not a request. Rhazii, at his age, had been given his own chambers. Communal quarters were more common in other clans for the majority of members, but given the amount of space they were yet to utilize in the Silent City, more of the clan's members could have private chambers. 

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Do'rhajul's ears perked up as Sabine spoke one particular word. "I am always glad to help, but...a Blade, you said? That would explain much about her. Why she was such a worthy adversary when we were leading on opposing sides. In a traditional Legion family like mine, there was a great deal of respect for the organization of the Blades. Revered dragon hunters, and protectors of the Septim Empire. Their skill was legendary, and their fall tragic. It is such a shame that the average citizen does not even remember them. The Penitus Oculatus have been a worthy replacement, but there is a certain...mythos that surrounds that ancient order. Something that cannot be so easily replaced. Just avoid allowing that Thalmor to learn of it. They have sought to remove any trace of the Blades from Tamriel, and even being associated with one could mark her as a target."