[b]Sylruna Velaryn[/b]

Sylruna watched the proceedings with quiet interest, her crimson eyes taking in each detail of the unusual gathering. The candlelight from the chapel's altar cast dancing shadows across the stone walls, reminding her of the flickering flames she so often wielded. She adjusted her midnight blue robes, grateful for their familiar comfort in this tense atmosphere.

The arrival of the massive Khajiit had certainly livened things up. Sylruna couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and concern at his dramatic entrance - though she kept her expression neutral, years of diplomatic training helping her maintain composure. Still, her lips twitched slightly at his negotiation for jerky. It was refreshing to see someone so... straightforward.

The Reachwoman's question about Talos worship caught her attention. As a Dunmer who had grown up with both the Tribunal teachings and Imperial customs, Sylruna understood the complexity of forcing religious change on proud peoples. She stepped forward slightly, the runes on her robes catching the candlelight.

"If I may," she said, her voice soft but carrying clearly in the chapel's acoustics, "I believe I understand the Confessor's offer as just that - an offer, not a requirement." She inclined her head respectfully to both the Confessor and the Reachwoman. "As someone who comes from a people with our own strong religious traditions, I appreciate the sensitivity of this matter. Perhaps this is why some of us have been chosen for this task - to help bridge these cultural gaps?"

She glanced around at the diverse gathering - Argonians, Khajiit, Nord, Imperials, and others - before continuing. "My people's history with the Empire hasn't always been smooth, but we've learned to coexist while maintaining our traditions. Maybe our experiences could help ease these transitions?"

Sylruna's hand unconsciously moved to adjust her braids, a habit when she was thinking deeply. "Though I must admit," she added with a hint of her characteristic gentle humor, "I hadn't expected my first diplomatic assignment to begin in quite such an... eventful manner." Her eyes flickered briefly to the departing guards who had wrestled with the Khajiit.

She turned her attention back to the Confessor, her expression becoming more serious. "Regarding the situation in Bruma - I'm familiar with the city's Nordic population. Their pride runs deep, and they're unlikely to welcome change easily. Perhaps we should discuss strategies for maintaining discretion while moving through the city? I'd rather avoid any riots if possible."