Meesei let out a sigh. It was not the answer she was hoping for, as it meant they were no closer to finding the traitor than they were before. They would have to confront the lieutenants and fill them all in on the situation. It would not be pleasant, but it was better than letting them find out on their own. Meesei would need to take charge of the situation, as she had ideas for how to take some advantage of the fact that the clan as a whole did not yet know of Jerrick's death, as it would make the investigation easier. It was going to be a veritable inquisition to discern the identity of the traitor, and they did not have an unlimited time to act. 

"Very well. Kaleeth, stay here. I am not expecting danger, but I would like to be safe. Everyone else, let us go find Lorag. With luck, his scent will not be too difficult to follow, though I cannot imagine why he left to begin with." Meesei ordered. She was already prepared, so the only thing she grabbed was Lorag's hammer, which he had left behind.

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The room was only dimly lit, and entirely empty, save for the two Orcs and the clothing strewn about across the floor. Lorag was laying beside Harriet on the stone floor, though it did not bother him in the slightest. Overall, he felt quite good, but he couldn't shake the thought that he was more tired than he should be. It seemed to get worse the more he thought about it. Some of the others had told him he was too young to be feeling the effects of aging, but he had a hard time believing it. He tried not to show his worries and instead gave a slight chuckle. "So, how you feelin' now?"