The military woman, Teroiah, audibly exhaled from her nose while Meesei offered to cooperate. Her scowl pursed as if her mouth was full of needles. The bodyguard, Calad, only blinked. Siloune tilted her head and looked at the wood of the table in an indication of her wanting to speak, though she did not interrupt Meesei at any point. In fact, she let Meesei's words hang in the air long enough to make her displeasure implicit, even in spite of her completely contained expression.

"Champion, I had hoped Justicar Lunise would have relayed to you the necessities of Dominion doctrine," Siloune said patiently. "Our command structures simply do not allow the even-ranking of civilians such as yourself with our commissioned officers. You will find that our commanders have centuries of experience, not the least of which involves organising local militia. You need not want for competence in their adaptability, even under the most unique of circumstances, such as with your forces."

Teroiah flicked her eyes to Siloune. "Commander," she quickly muttered. "Why are you entertaining this inso-"

Siloune's hand shot up with her elbow still on the table, cutting off Teroiah so suddenly the silence was jarring. Teroiah slowly leant back into her chair, no less annoyed, while Siloune did not take here eyes off Meesei.

"While their tactical prowess is unmatched, I feel the need to mention that Dominion commanders are required to display skill in battle magic exceeding the threats that lesser Daedra pose." Siloune spread her hands. "We simply cannot depend on a commander who has not faced the same trials our commanders do. That has not demonstrated themselves capable of facing any threat that Clavicus Vile may present them. Such a process takes fifty years at a minimum, and we neither have the time nor the obligation to train your commanders -- and you -- appropriately. There are simply no acceptable alternatives, Champion."