Ray
The wizard raised an eyebrow as Luhn spoke of Morrowind, and how she had not been there since her infancy. His eyebrows rose a little as she said this, and an eyebrow rose. She was born on Morrowind soil, but... Was she raised as an outlander? 

"Well, Port Telvannis is exceptional this time of year. Too warm to snow, too cold to burn your skin. Winter-Spring in Eastern Morrowind is easily the best place in the world, as far as I'm concerned. Though, I have no problem leaving, as the rain season will have started by now."

He looked at her with a tad bit of curiosity. "And, you were not raised in Morrowind? And, your father, he has been outside of the homeland for a while? That sounds... Intriguing."
Virgil
Luhn nodded. "Aye, Father took me and left Morrowind about... Thirty years ago. We settled in Hammerfell. I was raised there. Obviously. But I hope to one day make my way back to Morrowind. Though Im not sure which part of the provence we came from. We occasinally get sporadic updates from Morrowind. Being on the other side of Tamriel word takes a long time to travel." 

Luhn swiveled in her seat, facing Varis and resting an arm on the bar as she spoke. Her eyes widened with interest. "I had heard of Morrowinds generally fair weather. I'd love to visit the jungles along the south, that is if they finally get brought back under Dunmer control. Has Morrowind reclaimed any of the territories lost in the Accession War?" She asked.
Ray
His eyebrows rose as he listened to her story, and tilted his head as she said they had settled in Hammerfell. Luhn had said something to the effect of her family's inability to perform magic, but to be integratable into a magicless swine-province such as Hammerfell? At least Skyrim had the College of Winterhold. Though, Varis held his tongue as he watched her, and raised his eyebrow as she asked about the territories lost during the Accession War. 

"Ah, yes, well, it was over two centuries ago, and the An-Xileel tried to control what region was left over those two hundred years. But, Morrowind is nearly fully under Dunmeri control once more. Some land still remains in An-Xileel control, but, all of House Telvanni's ancestral land has been restored. The scum-sucking Dres pigs have most of their territory still under occupation, but, the grander Morrowind has little interest in aiding them, as many of the salt-rice fields have been reclaimed. Slave labor remains in House Dres and House Telvanni, but only among councilors who did not learn their lessons. In Port Telvannis, it is still customary, but many who were kidnapped and whose ancestors were captured, have become paid servants. Better to have a paid populace that you can control through rates, than one that needs to be controlled through whips and chains."

He nodded, as if it was perfectly rational and morally justified to view people as units, and the way one treated them to reduce chance of rebellion was all that mattered. 

"Due to the salt-rice fields being taken over for so many years, Kwama Egg Production sky-rocketed. If you know anything about Morrowind, kwama egg mines are very wealthy sources of income for the Houses, but House Telvanni made *Many* Septims in the two centuries after the war."

He raised his eyebrow as he looked at her, "I'd be happy to answer any questions you have about the homeland. I was living there quite recently. I've been in Skyrim for only a few weeks."
Virgil
Luhn shifted a bit uncomfortably as Varis mentioned the slave trade in Morrowind. It wasn't a topic often discussed in such... Detail when she was learning the history of her Homeland. She probably should have asked about a different war. Her face didn't belay her emotions, but the darting of her eyes did.

"I see, perhaps when I have had my fill of Skyrim I'll make my way across the mountains to Morrowind." She rubbed a finger against her chin for a split second. "What's the general situation in the Provence? Or well, which of the Great Houses has the most weight to throw around. You speak of the prosperity of the Telvanni, but It seems to me such petty politcal squabbles are beneath you. From what I know of your house anyways. I was told the Telvanni kept to themselves in their high towers." Luhn gives a dismissive wave with her hand. "Of course my father was the one who told me that, He is of house Redoran. Always had choice words for the other houses."
Ray
The Telvanni Wizard smirked a little, as he did not notice her eyes, only her words. "Well, the Redoran like to think that they throw around the most weight and power. However, ever since the third era, House Telvanni has been the richest, easily worth as much as the Empire's treasury back during the times of the Nerrevarine. House Telvanni keeps to themselves, because politics *Are* Beneath us. What matters is power, and dealing with people who only want to compromise is a dead end for our means. If you have the most money, you win the game."

He frowned. "But, your father is from the most politically influential House in Morrowind. House Redoran were the main reinforcements during the Accession War, and successfully pushed the An-Xileel the furthest back, and when all was said and done... It helps that their settlements were the least damaged out of all the Houses. They were among the North-West, while the Argonians targeted the Southern regions, and some of the Telvanni Peninsula. Thus, almost none of their strongholds fell, or were even damaged. Thus, they remain the most powerful. The Temple is as closely woven into House Indoril as it has ever been, and thus, House Indoril has the most cultural sway over the population. House Sedras, the replacements of the pig-pen House Hlaalu, now rule in Hlaalu's stead. Thus, it is as it always has been, and as it always ought to be; Five Great Houses, with House Dres likely to be replaced any year now. There are many promising Houses beneath that banner, and they will likely consume the Elder soon enough."

Varis continued, "As for the province entire, we prefer that these outlanders believe that we are in turmoil, and strife. What else could one suppose after such a devastating rebellion?" He grinned a little. "However, what the outlanders do not understand, is that through suffering, we become stronger. The beating hearts of Morrowind's people are as resilient as ever, and our cities are as spectacular as ever." 

He grinned a little. "You ought to see Blacklight. They would welcome you there, serjo," She may have noticed that he was now using a different Dunmeri word to refer to her. While sera was an informal show of respect, he was now utilizing the formal version. It seemed, despite her being an Outlander, he had respect for her. "But, I advise you steer clear of Port Telvannis, or else keep to the harbor. Even our own who do not possess magical talent... They may be in danger of an experiment, or two." He shrugged, as if there was nothing wrong with that. 

It was clear that Varis had plenty of choice words for all sorts of things, and his arcane-educated mind was of stone. A terrifying thing to have on someone who saw so little in Morrowind's own Houses. One might imagine what he bit his tongue about in a province of Men, and not Mer.