The footsteps were joined with Marod's voice as he and Sabine approached the meeting room.

"...In time, I came to know man as a friend, in spite of my occupation. The thing about Hammerfell is the people will fight to the last for their independence, but even the most zealous are personable when..."

Marod trailed off a second after he walked through the door with Sabine. Both of them stood silent, staring at Neesa.

A glint of recognition showed in Marod's eyes. But his posture went from at-ease to stiff. His surprise was hidden by his usual genial smile. "Good day, everyone. I...did not know we would have additional company." He clasped his hands behind his back. "Meesei, is this good lady here about your daedric alliance?"

While Marod was perhaps not as cautious as any that knew Neesa specifically, those present easily deduced that he recognised her as a vampire.

"She wants to accompany us to see the duel," Fendros said bluntly. "Whether she also wishes to demolish the scraps of good will the Thalmor have spared this mission appears to be out of our control."

"Hm?" Marod lowered his brow and pouted with confusion. "Whyever would that be the case?"