Not when you're basing your authority on tradition. Besides, I remember (both as myself and as my character) and I can complain - too bad they did away with lock spells, else I could make them rot in some dungeon cell for eternity.
The next TES thing I'm gonna write (and hopefully use to breach the ranks of t0) will be from the point of view of a Cloud Ruler Temple Blade who was damned with the rest of his comrades at the Temple by Talos for locking the gates and staying behind the ramparts during the Battle of Bruma instead of following Martin and the Hero of Kvatch to fight the Daedra. For their cowardice, Talos denied them the salvation of Aetherius, leaving them mindless ghosts who still go about the empty motions of sharpening their blades without intending to fight and polishing their armor which they refuse to sully in combat.
My protagonist was spared this fate so he may pay his debt through servitude to humanity and the Empire. He acts as an aetherial informant to t0, forwarding them dreamsleeve transmissions concerning history and Imperial matters when they ask for it. While he can send transmissions ad semblio, it was Hasphat Antabolis who offered the Temple a restored, Dwemer-built Quasi-Wailing Earthbone-Reactive Typographer or QWERT. With this device that attunes directly to ebb of the Dreamsleeve through 9'th-dimensional imaginary scarab-vectors under the metamathematical Law of Potential-But-Never-Quite-Really Earthbones (which states that Earthbones that
might have existed can still be used for basic divining purposes), confraters of the Temple can typograph instant inquests to the cursed ex-Blade, whereupon he can reply with a normal dreamsleeve transmission that is instantly de-wailed and memographed in a non-encrypted, (to save time of course) readable format.
But because he is also determined to help the Empire regain its honor and ensure the posterity of the last great Empire, he also helps t0's equivalent and nemesis society, the often-misguided, comically blundering (but still good-hearted and well-meaning) Imperial College of Double-Standards and Mnmeasures, which seeks to learn and catalog the innumerable oddities and existential anomalies within the Empire and far-beyond. Their crest: A man in a Colovian fur hat grasping nine arrows in his right hand and angrily shaking his fist at a puffy cloud with his left, under which is their motto, "If It Isn't Broke, Someone's Lying to You."