Lunise chuckled at a low pitch. They were far from the surprised peals of laughter Meesei had heard before. If Meesei did not know Lunise better, she could have been heard as sinister.

"I am impressed by your determination, Meesei," Lunise remarked. "But you plan to defeat a high ranking Alinor battlemage and seasoned veteran of duels and otherworldy invasions, in front of her superiors [i]and[/i] representatives from Cyrodiil. Even if you were Altmer yourself, the damage to her reputation would be akin to that of dragon's breath upon a barn of dry hay. The very thought that she would consider your help is an impossibility I doubt even Hal-Neesa could prove wrong. Not without some other reason to..."

Lunise trailed off, her smile fading thoughtfully. She hummed. "One way would be to infect her with lycanthropy. Though, that may be a cruel measure. Not to mention the danger presented afterwards."

A pause hung on Lunise's breath. Her brow lowered. "Perhaps...if it was her standing you wish for her to preserve...Hmm...Did the Dominion make any other stipulations if they should best you? Are they something that Teroiah could 'obtain' in some fashion while on this mission?"