"Met them?" Neesa replied, a chuckle following a grin that formed across her face. "I [i]married[/i] one. My first husband, Curac. I believe I mentioned him before? He was a passionate, brilliant man; a full-fledged tonal architect. Though, he was something of a black sheep to his fellow Dwemer. He would have to be, to run off, become a scion, and marry an Argonian. He never rejoined them after running off with me, not that they would have given him the option. But, he did not stop his research, and I put my best effort into helping him. The man was too kind to admit to me how useless I probably was working on a subject as daunting as tonal manipulation. I was still a young, naive little lizard, hardly a few hundred years old. One who had her sights set on learning the power of the Dwemer. At least until my husband disappeared, at which point I, uh, re-evaluated my priorities." She explained, adding another chuckle at the end. 

Meesei had to make some effort to hide her skepticism. The story she told seemed fantastic, not even the least reason being how ancient it would make her. It was true that vampires were immortal, but it was still highly unlikely for one to survive for so long. Even without disease or hunger to concern her, Neesa would certainly have encountered many dangers in that time. Granted, they had all witnessed firsthand how difficult she was to kill. 

Meesei did her best to keep her tone neutral. "So you say you walked among the Dwemer at the height of their Empire? And not only that, you studied their magic with a tonal architect?"

Neesa glared at Meesei and scoffed. "[i]Magic?[/i] It is an insult to even call it that. Do you have any concept of what tonal manipulation even [i]is[/i]? Any hints from all your 'research'? Anyone?"