Harriet stood up with Lorag. She didn't know him very well, but the seriousness of the entire situation spiked when the champion came in. "The fate of the clan? Are we under attack or something?" Harriet pulled on her undergarments and leggings with haste, but seemed confused by the situation.

Fendros addressed Harriet, having most of his resolve restored by Meesei's words despite the state they found her and Lorag in. "Harriet, do you know where the other lieutenants are at this time of night?"

Harriet's eyes darted to everyone's faces as she gathered herself. "Uhh, sure. They should be in their beds. Darahil might be up late with his research, that's all I can think of. What's happened?"