Fendros stood up towards the door. "Of course," he responded.

"Pardon me for intruding, Meesei," Marod said with a hand half-extended. His smile had restrained itself partially to matters of fact. "I rather think you should exercise caution regardless of the immediate repercussions that jolly Thalmor officer Teroiah may suffer." He filled his lungs. "For, you see, the Altmer -- nay, all elf cultures -- have a way of delaying vengeance to the best opportunity. And on the timescale of mer lives, that may be anywhere between a day and several decades. That is not to say that Teroiah wishes you any less harm today or in several years, but it may mean that she will be on...thin ice, in the eyes of her superiors. Their pettiness may show itself if she requires assistance from them for this operation, or if she is accused of wrongdoing."

"Get to the point, Marod," Lunise said to the wall in front of her.

Marod paused, looked to the back of Lunise's head, nodded, and continued. "...Right, there are inescapable facts that you know well." He placed a hand on his index finger. "Firstly, you could have held the powers of a god, but they still see you as Argonian. Siloune may foster a cold exterior, but she will not forget that." He held two fingers in his hand. "Secondly, Teroiah was defeated [i]twice.[/i] The first defeat was from her own mistakes, no less. The Thalmor will not forget that either." He wrapped three fingers in his hand. "Thirdly, this is going to be a mission in cooperation with the Thalmor's greatest Nirnian enemy. Thalmor high commanders are not going to be enthused to sponsor it."

"What he is [i]trying[/i] to say through that blabbering," Lunise said with no shortage of frustration. "Is that you may get a little less than you bargained for from the Thalmor. And asking for more will not succeed. No amount of logical pleading about the destruction of the world will change that."