The open parts of Altmer-made helmets allowed Meesei to recognise the guards before her as the same she saw the last time. Even with prior warning, they had evidently flinched when Meesei's portal opened. She could sense conjuration magic gathering in their palms to bring bound weapons to their hands at a moment's notice. Thankfully, they somewhat relaxed when Meesei's portal closed behind her.

The room itself was pleasant enough at first glance. It was well lit with yellow magelights in decorative sconces around the walls. A broad table dominated its centre with plenty of seating, and portraits of important-looking High Elves broke up the flat-coloured walls surfaces. The mild smallness that one felt in spite of the area was the lack of windows. This was clearly a room meant for discrete meetings. Unseen enchantments, likely to muffle sound heading outwards, all but confirmed it.

"You're late," one guard lied. "Sit and be still. We shall inform your liasons." With no effort to hide his disapproval of Meesei's presence, the guard kept his eyes on her while stepping to the door and knocking twice.

Confident footsteps clapped against hard tile floors outside, growing louder. There was more than one person approaching. Meesei did not have to wait long before a particularly tall Altmer threw the door open and bowed under the already high door frame. He was in a dark Thalmor uniform tailored for the drier climate of Alinor. Behind him was an Altmer woman with dusty brown hair and an almost permanent wrinkled pout. She, was in the dress uniform of the Alinor military -- not often seen outside of the Dominion. Finally, one more Altmer woman in a Thalmor uniform emerged. She wore a thick application of eye black liner to match her shining black straight hair that was braided tightly into a bun on the crown of her head. She was the leader, evidenced by her chin being at an angle higher than anyone else present.

The trio spread to stand before Meesei in a row in various states of judgement.

"The Champion of Hircine?" The black-haired woman asked, unimpressed. Her voice reverberated off the back of her mouth in an awkward manner, though she did not lack any gravitas that her rank provided. "I am Siloune, the one with the authority and resources to fix this problem that you have reported. Justicar Lunise has made me aware of the situation. Have circumstances changed since you last reported to her?"