Meesei too elected to wait patiently, taking the opportunity to observe her surroundings. It seemed like quite a few of the cultists were apathetic to their presence, which she supposed made sense due to the fact that they did occasionally send representatives from one of the local Black Marsh clans to exchange information with the cult. It was not as if they never had contact with them. However, the fact that the Champion's pack was directly present likely had clued their leaders in to the fact that their business was more serious than usual. 

Fortunately, the pack did not need to wait until the entire dinner was concluded, as Neesa, Llarvan, and a few others merely finished up a brief, but obviously confidential conversation before motioning for the pack to approach. Llarvan had the more serious expression of the pair, and a more keen eye towards Meesei's companions. 

"So, the 'Champion' comes to us in person, and with one of Vile's trinkets. Suffice to say, I doubt this is a social visit." Llarvan commented. "Well, [i]ally[/i], speak your business." 

"Of course." Meesei replied, waving a hand towards the Axe in Kaleeth's hands. "I shall not waste any of our time. As you see, we claimed an artifact of Vile. From what we have learned, something made from the blood of a Daedra, when empowered by another god, can be used to weaken the Daedra that created it. We seek your aid in communing with Molag Bal to request his power for our strike on our mutual enemy."

The reactions of Llarvan and Neesa were quite opposed to one another. While Llarvan stared at the Axe in serious contemplation, Neesa soon started to laugh. "[i]You[/i] wish to commune directly with lord Molag Bal? Strangers in service to another Daedra, entirely ignorant of what it means to serve our lord. I sometimes forget how naive mortals can be."

Meesei supposed it was too optimistic for her to have hoped to secure their aid without any resistance; it seemed like Neesa, at least, did not want to allow them an audience with Molag Bal to begin with. "I assure you, we have no intention of disrespecting either you or your lord. However, I must speak to him. If you have no wish to assist us directly, then all I would ask, on behalf of our alliance, is information on how to commune with him on our own."

"Hmm, oh, no, you misunderstand me, child." Neesa replied, her grin becoming almost pernicious. "It is hardly any effort at all for me to help you. In fact, this will be [i]far[/i] too entertaining for me to even consider stopping this audience from occurring. Why, it may even be more amusing that watching Vinaremo fail to transform himself into a bird. Come, husband, we should give our [i]allies[/i] exactly what they desire. We can even lend them our altar." 

Llarvan hummed a moment and returned a more subtle grin towards his wife. "I suppose so. I will have the altar prepared; it should not be long." 

As the Dunmer stood up from his seat, Neesa motioned at the table around her. "In the meantime...care to join me for dinner? It is such a coincidence that we are having so many guests so soon. We [i]just[/i] had a wonderful evening with a group of traders all the way from Leyawiin that got lost near our home. The Imperial in particular was such a [i]treat[/i]." Neesa commented as she telekintetically levitated what appeared to be a raw human heart from a plate to her right and pushed it towards the pack, as if to offer it to them. In particular, she seemed to be offering it to Lunise, oddly enough.