[b]Sylruna Velaryn[/b]

Sylruna watched as the group began to fracture, with Alexios departing first, followed by Kiffar's declaration of self-appointed leadership before his own exit. Her crimson eyes reflected concern as she observed the growing tension. The warm candlelight of the chapel seemed to dim slightly, matching the cooling atmosphere.

"Perhaps," she said softly, but with clear purpose, "we're approaching this from the wrong direction." She stepped forward, her midnight blue robes rustling against the stone floor. "We're debating leadership and cover stories separately, when they're inherently connected. The role we choose will naturally suggest who should take point."

She gestured thoughtfully toward Arnvidr. "Your suggestion about investigating Ayleid ruins actually provides an elegant solution to both issues. As a known scholar, you would naturally lead such an expedition. The rest of us could have clear, simple roles that match our abilities without requiring elaborate deception." Her silvery-white braids caught the light as she turned to address the others.

"For instance," she continued, a subtle glow emanating from the runes on her robes, "my background in magical studies would make me a natural research assistant, while still allowing me to serve as protection. Meen-La's... reputation... could actually work in our favor here - what better credentials for a guard than someone known for surviving in dangerous territory?"

She paused, considering their options carefully. "The ruins near Bruma - Rielle and Ninendava - are known to be dangerous. No one would question a well-armed group investigating them. And unlike a merchant caravan, we wouldn't need to maintain a facade of commerce." Her expression softened with a hint of humor. "Though I do hope no one will be disappointed about missing out on Khaliya's sword-dancing demonstrations."

Turning back to the Confessor, she added more seriously, "Whatever we decide, we need to act quickly. Dawn isn't far off, and we still need rest before departure." She absently adjusted one of her braids, a habit when deep in thought. "Though I wonder... given the hour, perhaps we should continue this discussion over breakfast? I believe Sindri mentioned something about venison, and I know some excellent Dunmeri spice blends that might make it more interesting."