Najirra extended a bony hand and gently held Meesei's hand to get a better look at the ring of Hircine. He bowed his head and sighed before looking up and responding. "This one had feared that this would happen." He slowly and shakily began to stand up, taking up a cane from beside his bed to support himself. "If you are here with everyone, then this one must assume that the worst has occurred," he said with a strained voice at his joints. Once he stood up, he searched around some parchment and blankets on some crates nearby, "I tried to send for Jerrick as soon as I read this letter, but his words were of a man who had accepted his fate." Najirra unrolled a piece of parchment with a broken wax seal with unsteady hands, then slowly turned it around to show everyone else.

"My part is simply to vouch for the champion's legitimacy as Jerrick would. On this letter he recalled a time where he sought me for assistance in matters private to him. Only we knew of such things." Najirra's attention was on all the lieutenants, "This one does not normally meddle with the affairs of the leadership of our home, but the wish of a dying man was this home's stability. I beseech you all to allow Meesei to investigate Jerrick's murder, as she is neutral and has no stake with us except our continued existence and the end of Clavicus Vile's influence with us."

Darahil stepped forward and read the letter for himself. It didn't take him long to finish and pass it on. He looked thoughtfully at the sailcloth obscuring the balcony view while the others read.

Oswall was the next to finish, "...I should have known this was the work of Vile, but I find it offensive to suggest that we would succumb to his machinations." Oswall spat, looking to Meesei, "You are sure that it is one of us lieutenants?"

"I have seen enough," Darahil said, holding his hands behind his back and continuing to look away. "Meesei, do what you must."

Harriet skimmed though, then hung her head angrily, passing the page calmly to a still miserable Vera. Her voice seemed frustrated, "I guess that settles it. Meesei's going to have to find the murderer."

Vera passed the page back to Najirra about halfway through reading it. It was too hard for her to get through. "I didn't kill him, Meesei. I swear," Vera managed to say in desperation. The other lieutenants gave Vera a look that suggested they weren't convinced.