It was obvious that Julan was feeling at least slightly uncomfortable talking in this way about this topic, even if they were being purely hypothetical. Regardless, his father obviously thought it would help convince Aurana, and he wanted to do whatever he could to help her.
“I mean…it’s hard to even imagine that, but…” Julan began hesitantly. “I think we would go mad if we were locked up like that. We always travel so much, go to so many places. I’d argue with you, I’d try to get the rest of our family to argue with you. I’d just…run away if that didn’t work. I couldn’t live like that.”
After a few seconds, Julan held up his hands and looked to Aurana. “Not…that I think you should run away or anything. It’s kind of different for us.”
Although Lunise's solution to the problems she described was certainly manipulative, Meesei could respect that she was more understanding than her superiors. It did speak to why Lunise may have been assigned to such a position. She was someone who could identify with and understand someone who was not an Altmer, to some degree. It was a trait that Meesei believed had been strengthening in her as of late.
“Indeed, I believe it was wise of you to try to understand their people, as it shows in your results.” Meesei commented. “I have spent time in Elsweyr and worked with Khajiit for many years. It seems your superiors did not recognize how integral moon sugar is to them. It is not a simple drug, it is a part of their identity. It is integral to most of their customs, their religion, their food. Trying to outlaw it would be like trying to outlaw the practice of magic among Altmer. It would be blasphemy to them, and as you saw, something they would fight to the last. I would go as far as to say that your understanding, your ability to connect to the people you were working with, was the linchpin to the Dominion’s annexation of Pelletine and Anequina. Without that, it would have turned into a guerilla war that would have been very costly for the Dominion to fight. Something that would have weakened it to the Empire. It is surprising, sometimes, how much influence a single person can have in world events.” She said, giving Lunise a knowing look.
So as not to call too much attention to the underlying meaning behind Meesei’s praise, she continued quickly. “I suppose the challenge now will be to ensure the politicians understand how critical your deal is to the alliance. By controlling the moon sugar, you have some power over them, but if that power is abused too much, it could quickly turn back to war. A clever Imperial spy could try to encourage a less worldly politician to start a campaign against moon sugar once more, unknowing of the disaster it could cause. I imagine it would be much like if some group tried to restrict Hist sap among Argonians. It is even more important to us than moon sugar is to the Khajiit; it is tied to our being, our physiology. Not to mention, its source is the Hist itself, which is ubiquitous throughout Black Marsh. The only way to control it would be to attack the Hist, and, well…” She began, giving a few brief chuckles. “…that would be a very quick end to any alliance, and a very quick beginning to a war. I know you are wise, Lunise, and you have been a friend to me." She said, her expression seemingly, genuinely positive. "I trust you will ensure your superiors understand the intricacies of the situation. The last group to attempt to attack the Hist were Dagon’s Daedric hordes during the Oblivion Crisis. It did not fare very well for the Daedra, I would say. They reportedly closed their own gates when the Argonian armies invaded their realm. If you ever find yourself in an argument with a Dremora, I am sure it would give you no end of amusement to bring that historic fact up to it.”
Meesei did not have many intentions with her tangent into the Hist aside from furthering her cover story as a diplomat. It certainly sounded like a warning for the repercussions of the Dominion trying the same strategy against the Argonians as Lunise had implemented with the Khajiit. The parallels were obvious, and everything Meesei said she did indeed believe to be true, but it was just another layer to the façade.