"They shall behave exactly as I command them." Hal-Neesa answered directly. "They are not creatures with thoughts or life of their own. They are tools that serve at by behest. They do not fear, they do not question, they just carry out instructions as they are given. Essentially, they are the kind of soldiers you [i]wish[/i] you could make of your men. You do not need to practice or train with them; just tell your men to stay out of their way, and I will do the rest. Now, are you ready to discuss the path we will take..." 

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There was little that would have a hope of prying apart the embrace between Nytala and Lunise, and at the moment, none of the others were even thinking of intruding on their moment. The Loremaster bade his farewell to Meesei before taking his leave, while the other two were waiting back in respectful silence. On Meesei's part, all she could do was look on and smile. She had to admit that she had not been completely certain how this would go, but everything she had seen so far had been encouraging. 

"I couldn't ever forget yours." Nytala answered back. She had been overtaken by the same, joyful sobbing as Lunise, though after a moment, she gave a somewhat suppressed laugh. "Though, I suppose I have been cheating this whole time. I have always kept my eye on you from here in Artaeum. Seeing your progress, your challenges, your accomplishments. And what you are doing now...I am proud of you."

Although it sounded appropriate enough for their reunion, Meesei knew Nytala's last comment may not have been what Lunise expected. The Psijic Order were a powerful group that operated with no connection to the Thalmor, and thus, the Thalmor considered them to be a rogue enemy organization. It was not terribly likely that Nytala was referring to Lunise's position as a Thalmor justiciar.