When Siloune realised what was going on, her unflappable demeanour faltered. She looked around frantically, stopping suddenly when Meesei spoke. Her head slowly turned back to face Meesei.

She gave Meesei a long, silent look that was hard to read. Even after she finished what she wanted to say, Siloune stared as if she had not been listening. Siloune blinked and responded carefully. "I am old enough to have seen the island of the Psijic order and interacted with their members before. This is not the first time I have witnessed their mysticism, Champion of Hircine. But to see it from the likes of you is telling."

She clasped her hands behind her back. "It tells me a number of facts and possibilities. I could waste time in speculating how you learnt this magic, though I believe the glimpse into Hermaeus Mora's domain you performed is more than sufficient. The real question is, should I have the Dominion vouch for an individual who, in knowing and using such magic, paints a strikingly bright target upon her back to those who may wish such secrets to remain buried? I daresay your quite deliberate show of power here may grant you more than you bargained for, axe or no."