Since stepping off the carriage, and feeling the cobblestone path made cold by the brisk Nordic morning underneath her bare, paw-like feet, Tiajia was stricken with the oddest sense of déjà vu. The sensation was only amplified each time a prisoner would tell the captain their name and offense before being ordered to the block. She cringed when Ri'zhid was struck, though as Tora went without a fuss, Tiajia instead looked outward, at the Thalmor guards whose mere presence and sheer number unearthed buried memories. As a couple more of the prisoners went peacefully, their words faded into little more than a constant hum intermittently rising and falling in volume, while the captain's words took full command. They gripped Tiajia like cold steel gauntlets wringing her neck - commanding the subjugated Khajiit's full attention while she faced death. And like a a strangled Khajiit, Tiajia's heart began to race, and she was unable to pry her eyes away from the one strangling her - the captain - even as blades were drawn on Sorris.
"Name and crime, prisoner!" barked the captain. Tiajia gasped and flinched in response - filled with horror upon finally meeting the captain's gaze. She had not heard the captain call "Next!" or even felt herself step before her, nor could she stop herself from cowering in the captain's presence. Tiajia flinched again upon hearing the captain release a scoff of a laugh and say "Is the cat scared to meet its maker?" in a mocking tone. Tiajia could feel her smirk. She could not see it, but she knew it was there, from the deepest, most anxious pit in her heart. "Name. And. Crime!" the captain repeated. Tiajia swallowed hard, and answered, after a thoughtful pause "Nemorabet. Petty theft, and smuggling Skooma..." The captain turned to her assistant who was now skimming his list, then skimmed it again, and again, before appearing confused. "None of the prisoners on this list go by-"
"Ask the alimer," Tiajia lifted her head, but only slightly. She was glaring down a nearby Thalmor guard, still hunched over, and steering her eyes clear of the captain's figure. Both the captain and her assistant turned to find the same guard. "You, Thalmor, front and centre," the captain ordered. Taken off-guard after being issued a command by an Imperial captain, the Thalmor guard cocked his head back, then at Elewen, who silently nodded at him. With a shrug, the Thalmor guard approached. "You have my ear,"
"The cat calls herself "Nemorabet" and isn't on the list," the captain explained, which appeared to pique the Thalmor guard's interest. He faced Tiajia, who bared her fangs at him, and the guard met her in kind with a grin. "My, you're every bit as feral as I've heard, Khajiit," he mocked. The captain narrowed her eyes at the Thalmor, who leaned in to whisper in her ear something that...apparently didn't sit well with the captain. She looked at him, appalled, as he leaned away. Immediately, the high elf turned defensive. "Here I thought I had you pegged for a racist..." he muttered. "What was that, knife-ears?" the captain responded. The Thalmor guard turned away to point at the assistant's list. "I said this is her, right here. Tiajia," he said instead to the captain's assistant, who aptly thanked him for the assistance. The Thalmor guard just scoffed and returned to his post. Afterwards, Tiajia hung her head again, and the captain looked down upon the defeated Khajiit with a new ounce of...pity, it seemed. "To the block, prisoner. You're holding up the line," the captain commanded, still required to perform her duties. Tiajia did so without question - anything to put distance between herself and the captain again.