The dusty-haired military official twitched at the eye when Meesei spoke a question back to Siloune. The tall Thalmor agent crossed his arms in a way reminiscent of Lunise, or any agent of the Thalmor for that matter.

For her part, Siloune was blank to the question. At first, it appeared as though she was ignoring Meesei when she sat down on the opposite side of the table in between her two companions. She made herself as comfortable as she could be while maintaining her posture. She looked at the table and, with care, floated her hands up onto the table, together such that her fingers weaved and shut. Her head shot up to make eye contact once more.

"Daedric threats are a matter that we have personal experience with," Siloune said. "Myself, my bodyguard Calad here, and the Battlemistress Teroiah next to me, we have fresh memories of a time before you ever existed, Argonian. Hundreds of years ago, Mehrunes Dagon invaded Tamriel through portals dotted all around the continent and surrounding islands, pouring out lesser daedra and doing untold damage. This is a time you may have heard of; the Oblivion Crisis."

Whether or not Siloune doubted Meesei's grasp of history, she certainly spoke like she would to a wide-eyed child.

"Such an event has not occurred since," Siloune continued, her eyes narrowing. "Not in any living Imperial memory, nor in any Argonian one. To put it in simple terms, Champion of Hircine, you are out of your depth."

For all her condescending approach, at least Siloune was not lording her superiority over Meesei through a self-righteous smirk. The dark-haired woman was deadpan and blunt. Only her false assumption of Meesei's capabilities and knowledge told of her biases.

"Your best course of action is to follow our directions to the letter if you wish this threat dealt with. Do you understand?"