The walk to the meeting chamber with Darahil made Fendros rather tense. From what he had observed so far, Darahil was probably the least likely to make trouble, but he was still an old mage. That made him unpredictable in terms of power.

"How long have you been with the champion's pack, Fendros?" Darahil asked suddenly, but still quietly enough to not wake anyone up. He didn't face Fendros directly.

Fendros was surprised to be addressed by his given name by the Altmer, despite that he was not only a Dunmer, but a young one at that. "Be quiet, you'll wake people up," Fendros responded, still not trusting him completely.

"Mustn't have been for long, then," Darahil said. He dropped the issue.

They reached the meeting room to only find Janius and Oswall. Fendros was the first to speak. "Where are Ahna and Vera?"

"With Jerrick's body. We moved him to a cold chamber." Janius explained.

Darahil eyed Oswall's pallor and clenched jaw for a few moments. "Oswall," Darahil said, "So it's true?"

Oswall looked angrily up at Darahil and nodded.

Over in the chamber with Jerrick's body, the cold was slowly debilitating Vera. She had dropped to a kneeling position next to the slab that held Jerrick and was shivering as well as sobbing. The air needed to be cold to preserve the body, but Vera needed to be encouraged to move if she and Ahnasha did not want to freeze to death.

Harriet's shoulders were hunched and her arms crossed where she sat opposite Meesei. She looked up at her from her bowed head with a glare. "Let me just make one thing clear, Meesei. I ain't stupid. I know this is something Jerrick would do to test loyalties or something, but even he knows that I ain't gonna kill him. Now, let's start." Harriet leaned her head back enough that she was less threatening. Her tone spoke of her recount as if it were a chore, "This morning, I was awake before any of my packs. I went around and gave them a soft kick in the sides to get them up and we took a drill out in the fresh mountain air. The drills and the jog took us all through the morning. Only one fella passed out, but he was new. Someone carried him back. When I came back, it was time for the meeting. The elf had come back from his spelunking, Oswall was loud as ever, Jerrick and Vera were the same as always as well. I dunno what they all did in the morning. I think Oswall and Jerrick normally run training of some kind, Vera does some teaching. Anyway, everything discussed at the meeting was fairly routine, except for your pack turning up, that was new. Once the meeting was done, I knew I had to see what you guys were made of, so I went up to the big boy, Lorag, and gave him a run for his money. Turns out he ain't bad in the arena. After getting beaten while going easy on 'im, I went to the forge to make up for lost time sharpening my sword. Didn't see the others until dinner. Jerrick wasn't there for some reason, figured he had other business. After that, I gave Lorag another visit. You can work out the rest for yourself. Can't say what everyone else did that afternoon or evening. I wasn't payin' much attention."