"Teroiah was ashamed, embarrassed, angry: everything that one might expect from such a defeat." Meesei replied. "I am sure she would put a knife to my throat right now if she could, but I do not expect it will last forever. I made it quite clear through my strength that any other duelist the Thalmor could have chosen would have had no better results. Regardless of how harsh Siloune's words may have been, I would not expect Teroiah's career to be severely impacted, unless her superiors are far more petty than I have judged them to be. She may always hate me, but without further motivation, actually acting against us would be quite a lot of risk for little gain." She reasoned. 

Hal-Neesa gave a brief huff as she stepped towards the door of the meeting chamber. "Well, whatever 'goals' you set for yourself, I will at least concede that you managed to make for an entertaining morning. Of course, any day where you get to see a Thalmor squirm is a good one, yes? Now, I am going to go before one of you manages to do something to annoy me and ruin my mood. Good day, and all that nonsense." She said before leaving quite abruptly, and with no attention towards anything the others might have said.

Meesei sighed and gave a passing glance towards Neesa, but tried not to allow her mind to focus on her for too long. Instead, she turned back to Fendros and resumed where she left off. "Do you think you could gather the rest of the pack?"