Fendros was no more talkative than Rossarm was on their way to the meeting chamber. If there was one thing he was grateful for in his mother leaving promptly, it was the brevity of their travel thereafter. Still, nothing was left to decrease the overall tension. Rossarm marched on with his jaw clenched. In the meeting chamber itself, the leaders arrived with their typical appearances. Legate-General Gro-Tagnud and Commander Teroiah each maintained their uniforms to a more than presentable degree, even in relatively unfamiliar circumstances such as the Silent City. Gro-Tagnud was neutral in his stance, sitting with his fingers woven on the table in front of him. Teroiah kept her hands on her lap, naturally taller than everyone except Ri'vashi. Teroiah's eyes squinted at Rossarm and his garments, apparently pondering, but not speaking. While Fendros sat beside Meesei, Rossarm preferred to remain standing near one end of the table. He held his hands clasped behind his back and his feet shoulder-width apart. He flicked his eyes to Meesei when she spoke up. He very slightly nodded and took a quick breath to speak. "Uniforms have changed in intervening years. I would respectfully ask how I should refer to those before me." Fendros was unnerved. The deference Rossarm expressed was unfamiliar to him. "I am Army Commander Teroiah of the Aldmeri Dominion." The Thalmor battlemage was not shy in answering Rossarm's request. "Unless you represent yet another nation's battlegroup, you will refer to me as [i]Commander[/i]." Gro-Tagnud stopped side-eyeing Teroiah. "Legate General Gro-Tagnud. Imperial Legion." He looked to Meesei. "Who have you brought us, Champion of Hircine?" [hr] The sounds of the swamp, as constant as they were around Julan, were soon joined by footsteps behind him. "There you are," Janius' voice said. He stepped up beside Julan and peered into the water to see what he was seeing. "Rather fearsome, isn't it?" He said after a moment, before looking up to Julan's face. "And almost done, too. How do you feel?"