Darahil's lips seemed to tighten as Meesei pointed out the flaw in his story. He looked down and to one side and exhaled audibly through his nose in slight frustration. "I was...unsure whether that was worth mentioning." Darahil took another breath and reassured his posture, "Unbeknownst to all but myself, there is a rune on the locked cabinet that contains the clan's accounts book. It triggers an object in my office to glow when it is disturbed. I was merely checking to see that it wasn't being tampered with. I trusted Jerrick, but normally dealing with the accounts is a joint effort. I was going to ask him about it in the morning." Jerrick closed his eyes in resignation, "Although, given the circumstances, coming up to the closed room where he was alone on the night of his murder might have seemed suspicious. I should have known you might have been there."

Once the moment had passed, Darahil looked sternly into Meesei's eyes once more with not an ounce of shame for having withheld part of his story. "As for the class in the main chamber, like I said, they were finishing. Oswall was off on the side of the room where everyone's possessions were piled, dressing himself. Jerrick was talking with a small number of young people, answering questions they had, as I understood. I walked briskly, there was little else to see."