Vera was as forthcoming as ever behind her ebbing and flowing nervousness. "I only caught the end of their conversation. I had actually asked Jerrick what they were talking about, and he said that it was regarding you and your pack. We had discussed the matter in the meeting and agreed to trust you for then. However, I think Jerrick wanted Darahil's council away from the ears of the rest of us. Harriet and Oswall tend to be...reactive to some of the things that Darahil says, which sometimes suppresses his honesty, despite his wisdom. Even I have been concerned by some of his viewpoints, but he is too valuable a mind to push away. He never means the clan any real harm overall."

Vera paused to take a slow breath, getting back on track. She was keeping still, but only through tension. "People would have seen us on the mezzanine. Darahil remained there a while longer while we walked away. About halfway to the dining chamber, Jerrick realised that he left his waterskin on the meeting table and rushed back. I waited for him in the main chamber. He was only a few moments, but I just laughed. He always forgot his waterskin in meetings, without fail. I always kept telling him to keep it on his belt, but he said it was uncomfortable while sitting down for so long on the meeting chairs." Vera gently wiped at her eye with one finger, but remained still otherwise. "I'm not sure that there was anyone in the main chamber except a couple of young boys sparring. I didn't see their faces clearly. Everyone saw us in the dining chamber, of course. My students were present for my class, I can give you their names if you like. Dinner, again, was in the dining chamber. Grolak, the man in charge of rations, he saw me gather food for Jerrick and take it up to him via the mezzanine, and he'll never forget anything to do with the clan food supply."

Talking about other people loosened Vera's demeanour somewhat. "As for everyone else...the pack that brought back the kills that Oswall helped butcher would most certainly have joined him for that, I believe I remember which one. Harriet, if she was at the forge, would have definitely ran by the furnace master." Vera glanced up at Meesei, realising that she may not know who she was referring to, "The furnace master is in charge of the forge. He is an alpha of one of Harriet's packs; a large Redguard named Xander. He lives and breathes fire and metal and keeps the forge and smelting fires maintained. If anyone wanted to smith anything, they would have to have Xander allow it."

Vera moved her head to another angle and furrowed her brow somewhat. "Darahil...like I said, I don't know exactly what his activities were, but if he was with his research, his packmates would have seen him. There is rarely no one at the scholar's loft except during mealtimes."