As far as Nerevar is concerned, the threat has already been made, and the time for talking has ended. Dren has sent assassins into his home, and - so he believed - paid a sorcerer to separate him from his home. But this information gives him pause.

"A star-ship." Nerevar frowns, sounding out the syllables individually. "Something very like a Battlespire, then. I didn't think they still existed..."

Not after Mehrunes Dagon destroyed the Imperial Proving Ground, anyway. The kind of expense required to reach magicka by magicka became quite difficult to justify after that. It hadn't stopped whoever built this Enterprise, of course. But this is well beyond Dren's ability, and far more elaborate than would be necessary.

"This cannot be the work of the Camonna Tong."

He lowers his sword and eases his stance, but does not sheath his blade. That this human is not his enemy does not mean the danger is gone.

"My sincerest apologies, Captain. In these times, a mer of my position can trust no one."