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This Khajiit was truly ignorant to the political standards of Tamriel, and his arrogant words struck at my core. "I suppose you think he will be a better ruler than all others of the Septim Dynasty. Have you not seen the blight they have inflicted upon Tamriel since the day one of those cursed bastards took the throne? If it please you, despise until the day you die, but the Aldmeri Dominion is a brighter future for Tamriel. You would see that if you were not an angry fool." As I spoke I felt as if I were an enraged snake, venom lacing the words that spewed forth from my mouth. "Furthermore, Nirarrien is completely correct about the Void Nights. If it wasn't for the High Elves' continuous efforts you Khajiit would be formless, pitiful creatures. Not able to track whether you were a Cathay-raht or a Suthay-raht. Thank you for the assistance, Do'Khaj."

As the relief of letting out the extent of my anger settled into my being I felt my shoulders relax, and my former self take presidence in my rigid body. I could sense tensions rising between the members of our small group, and it bewildered me as to how The Dominion could have chosen such an uncompatible array of people. Bickering could put our goal at risk, and if the mission was jeopardized, I would eliminate the problem.

A small sigh escaped my mouth and I looked at Elevainia. "I shall retire to my chambers. The heat of this day wears on my nerves. Elevainia, would you like to join me?" I inquired politely as I shot her a pleasant smile. "Leave the men to discuss their politics."