In particular, Vera looked as if she had slept the least of anyone present by far. Her puffy eyes were drooping and struggled to hold attention to Meesei and her request for funds. She nodded tiredly and began to walk without a word to a locked room nearby that held the clan's coffers. She didn't even bother to count out the gold for Ahnasha, but what she handed over was roughly enough to buy a couple of days of food for four people. "I can fetch some extra arms if you think you will need help. Anders and his packmates are probably heading back to Bruma this morning. The storm has to have passed by now," Vera suggested with a voice as dishevelled as her hair.

"Given the circumstances, Vera, I don't believe that assigning anyone would be transparent for that task," Darahil wheeled around the corner with some parchment and a quill in his hands. He seemed to have silently followed them and was eyeing the money handed to Ahnasha. The writing he was scratching was likely to record the transaction. The way he looked at them both angrily requested that they step out from the veritable closet of a treasury the clan kept secure.

The others proceeded to breakfast with their chaperones in tow, working out the morning fatigue to get ready for the day. Harriet and Oswall, soon enough accompanied by Darahil and Vera, all walked out to the dining hall to mingle with the morning crowd. They all separated as soon as they could to accompany their packs, but they stayed in the same room as if to keep an eye on each other. Before joining his own kin, Oswall spoke to Meesei while they were on the mezzanine. "I could shut people up if you need to make an announcement during a meal time. Did you want to say anything now?" Oswall asked casually, as if out of courtesy more than expecting Meesei to speak.