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“It was the efforts of high-elves that restored the missing moons,” Nirrarien had been quiet up to then, content to simply observe the interaction between the elven women and the high-strung Khajiit – sometimes one could learn more from distance than involvement. Such biting words, however, necessitated a rebuttal. “My family gathered within the great observatory in the grounds of the Falirae estate to watch the moons return. My father was not amongst us, for he was with the other great mages who toiled to end the Void Nights.” Fortunately the feline left them before any more could come of the debate, and that was fortunate as conflict is not something the mage desires so early in their voyage.

A thick scowl frames the pointed elven visage as Do'Khaj's back is turned, and it is to Elavainia that the elder elf turns to offer muttered condolences, “the Thalmor's methods are worthy of criticism,” and yes, if Allena deigned to glare at him, he would feel it burning into his flesh, “often brutish and malicious. But they act for the good of the Dominion, and their leadership has indeed done the Dominion much good...”

Then reappears the Khajiit to display his grisly finding, and Nirrarien is slow to react. He traces the outline of the smoking corpse with his eyes, gripping tightly in both hands the long whitewood staff against which his weight is leaning, and calmly waits out the response of the Lady Benoch, whom is beginning to grate slightly on the mage's nerves. Some nobles are wise, patient, and just that – noble. Others are imperious, spoilt and entitled, and the closer to the Thalmor one lived, Nirrarien had noticed, the more one tended to fit the latter description. “I would suppose it was he,” the mage calmly replies, his gaze angled at Allena, before it swivels to hold Do'Khaj in view, “in which case he ought to be thanked. Although...” one fair hand extends from its grip of the Altmer's staff to swivel an extended finger in indication of the pool of fresh water that spread slowly through the wood beneath and around the Argonian's body, “we may wish to be more conservative with our water...”