"That would be appreciated, but I think I will fast for tonight. Taking food from you would be suspicious. I can remain in the meeting room to look over accounts and ask not to be disturbed. Normally I have Darahil around to help me with them, but I can ask him to leave me alone this time. There should be sufficient darkness for one of your pack to find a hiding place, but you will need a way to mask scent." Jerrick said. He seemed confident on just how far he could push his behaviour without discouraging the assassin. He knew his inner circle well enough for that at least.

Getting locked into a scrim of sorts prompted Harriet to stand her ground against Lorag's strength. At first, she seemed to be able to push him back and was on the verge of toppling him, but she began to slow and shudder. After a few more seconds, Lorag turned the tables and she had to break off. Harriet attempted to shake Lorag off by slashing him in the torso, but she ended up getting interrupted by his attempts to bite her and they had a clash of frantic twisting and fencing with their snouts in an attempt to get at each other's necks and at the same time deflect the other from doing the same. This only lasted as long as it took for Lorag's weight to take Harriet over and push her to the ground. She landed hard, some of her blood brushing on the white stone ground. Harriet desperately attempted one last swipe at Lorag's face before she could be pinned.

The three that the pack had approached all seemed to smile in amusement at the mention of Harriet's behaviour. "Well, Harriet is probably the most prideful of the lieutenants," Fabian said, "Hadryn would know better, he has been here for longer than I have."

Hadryn the Dunmer nodded, "Prideful, dominant, and skilled, but I think violence is really her way of showing affection. Unless he provoked her, it might be that he caught her eye." Hadryn glanced to the noises coming from the corridor, "All those youngsters out there think that the spectacle is about dominance and competition, and that's some of it, but not all of it."

While it was amusing that Lorag might have got more than he bargained for with accepting Harriet's challenge, Fendros decided to continue their approach in terms of their objectives. "When we met the lieutenants and Jerrick, there was mention of Oswall and Harriet duelling. Was there something between them?"

With that, all three laughed harder than last time. "No! No, no, no," Theresa assured them, "They hate each other. Everyone knows that."

"Hate with respect, in truth," Hadryn added, still chuckling, "No, that was probably when Oswall issued Harriet a challenge in combat. He was beaten and never really lived it down."

Fendros smiled with them, "Does Harriet bicker with other lieutenants as well?"

"Oh yes. On all matter of things, lad." Hadryn was surprisingly open about all this, but then again, there was no reason not to be, "From what I hear, there's not a single meeting where that she-Orc doesn't disagree on something. She is not beyond convincing, though, from what I hear." At that point, they seemed fine to converse, but Hadryn turned the subject to Meesei's pack appropriately, "How is your Orc friend? What did you say his name was...Lorag? Is he similar?"