For the most part, Meesei ignored the guards, paying them little mind after she took her seat. Given the attitudes of the Thalmor, she could at least expect this meeting to get straight to the point, and likely be over with quickly. Meesei was dressed formally, though following Lunise’s advice, she made no attempt to mimic any Altmer styles, nor did she wear anything Imperial. She wore a long, colorful dress of an Argonian style, like that which might be owned by an upper-class Thorn merchant. 

Regardless of how much the present company may or may not have respected it, Meesei too carried herself with authority in both tone and demeanor. She remained as courteous as was to be expected for a diplomatic meeting, but did not intend to allow herself to seem anything less than a leader. As expected, the Thalmor, Siloune, started straight with business, and Meesei responded in kind. “No, there have been no developments since yesterday. Your information should be up-to-date. Have the Thalmor come to a decision on the requested alliance to deal with the threat of Clavicus Vile?” She asked, simply and directly. She doubted that the Thalmor would be interested in small talk.