Felix Caelus

Terentius sneaks them all a concerned look when they come back in together, all silent and somber. One glance at Felix and his fears are confirmed. The old soldier plunks down the cup of canis tea he's just poured in front of his younger nephew, and busies himself with getting some for everyone else as Jim goes on to spell out the situation.

Whatever half-formed inferences Nereus has been putting together, it's obvious Jim's actual confession blows them out of the water. He turned a stunned look to each of the younger men. Stratos nods in silent corroboration.

"You're from another plane?" He frowns. "There are other planes where humans dwell?"

"It's not a daedric realm," Stratos assures him.

"But then-" he gives Jim a hard look, "you're a plane-walker as well? A conjurer? I thought you had no magical ability." He turns his attention to Terentius setting their cups on the table. "And you knew?"

"Eventually. But Jim's not much to worry about. It's obvious he's not a real daedra; he's as human as they come."