"Uh...well..." Fendros became somewhat flustered. He had hoped that the secret would hold out for at least a few more days, especially since it sounded like Meesei was so close.

"...We are still investigating a possible spy or spies in the clan." Janius stepped up and saved Fendros from his stumbling with some quick thinking. "We have to keep things secret in our meetings, I'm sure you understand." Janius gave a diplomatic smile to Gallus and his companions.

Gallus exhaled through his nose and eventually nodded in acknowledgement, but he wasn't done yet. "Alright, well that makes sense, but what of Jerrick? Some people are saying that he was killed or removed from power. Can you tell us what has become of him?"

Back in the storage room, Darahil glanced to the door, then leaned in to speak to Meesei quietly in turn. "My latest expedition was to a low and cramped living quarters. From first inspection it appeared to be a slave's quarters, perhaps previously inhabited by ancient Cyrodilic humans. There were carvings there wrought by human hands, not magic, which may be of historical significance depending on what they translate to. I understand you are learned, so you may confirm the research yourself by looking over the materials so long as you do not upturn my office into disarray. If you want testimonies,aAll my alphas know of this topic; the alchemist, Carana; the healer, Wendryn; and an arcane scholar, Rozar. Rozar's pack accompanied me in my expedition, so they might confirm this as well." Darahil's eyes flicked to the voices outside, "Now, I believe you have visitors to deal with."