"I left the meeting to and stayed by Jerrick's side for a short while. We wandered to the dining hall, where he asked to speak with you. I proceeded to teach a class in writing for the rest of the afternoon, and I expected to see him before dinner." Vera ran a hand down her face, "Apart from speaking with you, I believe he mentioned that he was planning on dealing with some administrative issues. Those were normally manners of storage and resource allocation, but it might have also been about the hunting schedule of the packs. The only other time I saw him was when he was looking over the accounts and I brought him his dinner. That was the last I saw him alive."

Considering how distraught Vera was the night before, she was speaking in a surprisingly level and monotonous tone. It was clear that it was a deliberate effort to keep her feelings in check, though. As it had been all day. She only left a short pause to think about the movements of the other lieutenants.

"Oswall, I believe I remember him being set to assist with butchering some kills from the previous hunting party, but I didn't see him between the dining chamber at lunch and when you awoke us and gathered us. Darahil and Harriet, I'm afraid, I didn't hear of their movements myself either. Darahil normally keeps to himself and his packs up in the scholar's loft. No doubt he wanted to look over his findings from his expedition. I heard the commotion that Harriet and your packmate, Lorag, from my classroom, though. From all accounts that was an entertaining bout. However, I think all she had planned for that afternoon was to work at the forge." Vera clasped one hand in the other tightly, "She's a stronghold Orc, so she was raised as a fine smith."

Vera tried to think of anything else, but her silence following indicated that she was done.