Teroiah had no words. She remained looking down and away, her lips thin and her jaw clenched shut.

Siloune's shoes clacked against the pavement below as she approached Meesei. When she stopped in front of Meesei, she was curt. "All points of our agreement shall be met. Teroiah will have a task force ready to transport within the week." She then spun on her heel to face the silently enraged Teroiah. "I expect you to fulfil your duties to the Dominion, Teroiah. I will know if you compromise the safety of the nation for the sake of your pride in this upcoming mission. Is it by sheer necessity that I do not end your career at this very moment."

Murmuring had risen from the battlemages on the stands. They were all variations on how Teroiah could have lost. Defeated by an [i]Argonian,[/i] no less.

It all stopped suddenly when Siloune spun to face Marod, Vera, Sabine, and Hal-Neesa. "I take it the proceedings today have been to your satisfaction, witnesses?"

"Oh, very much so. Thank you!" Marod called back.

"It all seemed fair to me, Siloune," Vera responded, neutrally.

Sabine just nodded, trying to be polite.

"Very well!" Siloune turned to Meesei once more. "Is there anything else, Champion? We shall speak further about the particulars of the invasion force, timetables, and logistics in the near future."