Meesei did not argue against Lunise's attempts to heal her, though her mind had much more to worry about at the moment than some pain. Even as she answered, her eyes were watching the door. "It will be easy enough to sustain a small number of vampires with voluntary donations. The rest of her cult can stay right where they are until it is time for the invasion. Unlike the Imperial and Dominion armies, it will not take near as much time to mobilize this cult, particularly with teleportation. More trouble will be the fact that they are involved at all. Frankly, I do not want them anywhere near me or my clan, but we need Molag Bal's power. Although, I must admit, the idea of throwing Molag Bal's Daedra into the fray as fodder against Vile's armies in place of my own warriors' lives is not [i]entirely[/i] bad. Perhaps framing their presence as supporting fodder will make it more palatable to our allies. Hopefully, Neesa herself does not cause any trouble with them. I won this duel off of her arrogance, and I am not sure that I would be able to do it again. Not alone. And even after all I did to her, she is still alive; we may well not be capable of killing her at all."

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Hal-Neesa did not give the pack too much time to themselves. It was little more than half an hour before she came walking back into the chamber. She still displayed quite a bit of anger just in her walk alone, but not as much weakness as when she left. She had perhaps fed, or done something else to recover some of her strength in the short time she had been gone. Evidently, Llarvan had no interest in seeing her off, as she was alone this time. Based on Meesei's impression of his personality, he might have been just as upset with her defeat as Molag Bal had been. Meesei hoped she was incorrect, as the last thing she wanted was to add marital issues to the number of reasons that Neesa had to be angry with her.

"So...now I guess it is time for you to take me back to whatever lice-ridden den you call a home and start work on this [i]alliance[/i] of ours. I suppose I am an ambassador again, so I may as well be diplomatic." Neesa said, her scowl turning into an obviously-fake smile. "I do look forward to spending so much time with my new [i]allies[/i]. Oh won't it just be so much [i]fun[/i]?"

The sarcasm could not have been much thicker in Neesa's tone, and her smile quickly diminished as she approached. The dress she was wearing was long and flowing. It was as fine as a noblewoman's dress, though it's style was hard to place. It was not traditional Argonian attire, yet it still had many of the same colors they used, and even long decorative feathers around her neck. It was primarily red, with many, small intricate designs in violet. She was also carrying a much more plain-looking cloth sack that, by the sounds it was making, was filled with glass bottles. After giving a glance over each of the pack's members, she suddenly shoved the sack into Lunise's arms. "You, carry this." She ordered.