Sabine peered into her shoulder bag briefly before she answered Meesei. "I have glassware and ingredients for some tests, and I have storage for what I need to collect from the scholars, but other things are still in the sleeping chamber. Packing it all and setting it up again would take too long if all I need to do is..." Sabine's eyes shifted as she cut herself off, looking at Vera's followers. She finished slowly "...what I told you last night."

Harriet's audience with her followers, sans the group that left to hunt, proceeded with a few more questions and idle conversation. None of it seemed consequential to Jerrick's murder, in fact most of it centred around jabs at Harriet for getting beaten by Lorag. This made Harriet grumble somewhat, but there seemed to be a distinct boundary that no one crossed to drive her anger too far.

After a few more strings of conversation, Harriet stood up and addressed her packs. "Alright everyone, it was a free day for the rest of you in the first place, so don't waste it. Regular trainin' as always tomorrow, are we clear?!"

Harriet's packs had quietened as soon as she had begun. When she shouted her question, they all emitted a sort of reverberating, quick, low grunt that didn't resemble a 'yes' or a cheer, but seemed to be the way they carried group acknowledgement.

"That's what I like to hear." Harriet turned her head to Lorag, "Okay, Big Boy, you're with me." Harriet pointed her index finger to Lorag, then her thumb to her chest. Without waiting for a response, she began walking with purpose towards the main chamber. She spoke along the way. "Well, with what's goin' on, I ain't huntin' today, so here's the deal. We're gonna spar. Not like yesterday. You use a hammer, yeah?" Harriet gave Lorag a questioning look, "Not many people beat me, and the only way I'm gonna get better is if I train with people who are better fighters. Maybe you could learn a thing or two yourself."