For a while, Sabine looked on silently at the grey-brown flask. "I don't know how it would be done either. I think it was made from things outside of Mundus as well," Sabine responded. Although Sabine did not have all of the information that Meesei did, she was glad that the tests finally worked out. She looked up at Meesei with a blank face covering her self congratulations, such was the seriousness of their investigation. "What happens now?"

Harriet's day proceeded without any outward oddness in the eyes of Lorag. The training lasted until lunch, teaching one person at a time, each time with a different weapon and technique. It swiftly became clear that Harriet was versed in many martial forms, and the weapons she selected were more to do with testing her students' weaknesses than fighting with the utmost efficiency. Unfortunately for Harriet's grumbling stomach, lunch was replaced with filling up her waterskin in the canal and bathing herself after the physical activity. What followed was an unsuccessful self-solicitation towards Lorag, then an afternoon spent angrily honing one of her personal weapons; an orichalcum long sword. Come dinner time, she gave up on been angry and made her way to the dining chamber, citing that she was too hungry to think and they could wait for their food to arrive. The wait was peaceful, with most of Harriet's followers spotting her unenthusiastic mood and only talking to her briefly if at all. That was until Darahil strode up to her and Lorag with pursed lips and a strong stride. Fendros followed behind with a wary expression.

"Harriet, I require a moment," Darahil said, sounding like he was holding back anger in his posture and voice. He stopped when he reached them and revealed a sheet of parchment in his hand, holding it forward for Harriet to see. "How do you explain your 'hunting supplies' adding up to one hundred gold more than they did last month? I believe it was Viora's pack, one of [i]your[/i] packs that was allocated the task? They have not been forthcoming. I require answers."

Harriet growled as Darahil finished. She had her head held back, but brought it forward into a glower from where she sat. Harriet's tone was severe. "Darahil, can't this wait? I'm not in the mood."

Darahil brought his hands together in front of him and seemed to stand up straighter, angling his head back slightly. "Normally such a matter would be trifling, but in this entire afternoon I've not found any evidence of the gold being used in any meaningful way. I need to know where it went else more gold might be lost."

"Aaah! Darahil," Harriet pointed a finger up at the Altmer's face, "I know you don't like me, but you know something? You could try not acting like an ass when you talk to people! Why have you got to come up to me and be all passive-aggressive! I've had a disappointing day, okay? I don't need to hear your tripe."

"I hardly think it appropriate-!"

"I'll talk to them! Okay!?" Harriet held out her fingers in front of her and widened her eyes, then swiped one hand flat in front of her, "Leave me alone!"

Darahil narrowed his eyes. The movements of his jaw seemed to indicate that he was clenching his teeth for being talked to in such a brash manner. He was just able to hold back from exploding. "I expect you will let me know as soon as possible. I will inquire further before the night is out." With that, Darahil turned on his heel and glided away with his hands behind his back. Fendros gave Lorag a half shrug, then turned to follow. The two assumed the same seats that they did at breakfast. Again, waiting.

"Ugh, how long 'til we get to eat?" Harriet asked Lorag.