The wait at the inn lasted longer than anyone present would have preferred. Fendros, Ahnasha, and Rhazii were tense enough as it was, though even Marod showed hints of restlessness after a while. Upon being asked, Marod merely put his demeanour onto how busy he has been, preferring that he had brought some work with him. He continued into striking up small talk, which Fendros did not appreciate. The way Marod spoke always seemed as though he was robbing you of all your secrets with every twitch or hesitation in his presence. He even tried underhandedly suggesting to Rhazii that he might have a place in the Imperial legion. At that point, Fendros lost his patience and firmly silenced them both, silencing everyone else in the process. Rhazii soon after stepped outside to find a space to perform his sword drills on his own.

Each time the door opened from the outside, everyone's heads would turn. There were few enough patrons and staff, but more than a few disappointments. They were considering ordering lunch by the time the door opened to reveal two familiar Dunmer.

The first to step into view was Calia. She wore the same clothing as she had to pick up the writ -- a modest dress and a silver bracelet. Behind her was the dour visage of Rossarm, who wore an entirely different garment to anything any of them had seen him in. It was a robe of sorts, made with lightweight purple-dyed fabric, covering hints of what appeared to be some kind of sturdy-looking and subtly decorated leather armour. He also carried a small knapsack over his shoulder.

Fendros stood up carefully. He and Rossarm met eyes and lingered in their stare, both their faces stern and ready to act. Calia took steps towards the group and clasped her hands. Rossarm followed along. They stood side by side, Rossarm scanning his eyes judgementally over each person present.

Calia cleared her throat. Rossarm did not speak first.

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Sabine had been instructing a few other alchemists in working with difficult ingredients at the time Saras made his entrance. Marcaille's language was disruptive to the extend that Sabine did not carry a particularly strong voice to speak over her, but Sabine had been used to the seniority of her rank and skill for some time now.

She looked up from her evaporating glass with curiosity, glancing over Saras' shoulder at the scholar he brought with him. Her eyes took on a little worry at the mention of Hal-Neesa.

"I see," she said to him. "Um...I'll come with you. Zara, would you show everyone the rest?" Sabine pinched her own fingers and started on a walk out with Saras. She continued when they were on the move, away from spying ears. "Did she say why she wants to see Meesei?"