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Nirrarien is complacent the rest of the way back to the house, though keeps his silence throughout the greetings of the Argonian. A hand lifts apologetically at the offer of a seat, the Altmer giving a mutter of, “I prefer to stand,” in response. Though he betrays this preference when mugs are delivered, and it becomes apparent that they may be here for some hours. With a heavy sigh the firemage accepts that proceedings are now beyond his immediate control, and sets both himself and his mug down upon the table.

“I have wonder how great the threat of the Dark Brotherhood is,” the elven noble comments, removing from the folds of his robes a small vial of a clear liquid, the contents of which are tipped into Nirrarien's mug in their entirety, “Do'Khaj tipped the smoking corpse of one would-be assassin onto the deck of our ship. Granted, it is concerning that an Argonian agent was able to infiltrate the ship, especially while it was docked in Alinor, but... And if you have slain as many as you say,” a nod goes to Kairos, “then their attempts thus far have been quite clumsy.” Having given his mixture time to settle, the male lifts the mug to his lips in a long draught. The taste is unpleasant, but it does not burn as spirits do. Brewed from the swamp water, no doubt... But admittedly it is cool, and refreshing, and safe now that his cleansing mixture had purged the brew of any alchemical poisons that may have been slipped into it. “In truth,” continues the mage, after wiping the foam from his lips onto his sleeve, “I am disappointed. They will learn quickly, and assail us in groups, or one-by-one find themselves short on Brothers.”

Nirrarien likes to think himself a good judge of character, and even he cannot find reason not to trust the kind Argonian. “I have all the thread I require, my good sir, though do thank you nonetheless,” he responds to the offer and indication of clothing, though stretches his lips into a grateful smile, “though if I may be so bold, Jeelus-Tei... I would request to see those journals. It sounds as if you know more of our journey than we do.”