"I shall not occupy you any longer then." Darahil stood up as soon as Meesei went to address those in the corridor. He walked past an awkward pause between Gallus with his friends and Meesei's pack. His footsteps were the only sound while Gallus considered Meesei's answer.

After some uneasy curling of his lips Gallus looked up to ask once more. "Can we at least know about Jerrick?"

Before Darahil walked completely into the the pack's chamber, he stopped by the gate and looked at Gallus with his scowl unmoving. "We're fine, Gallus. Move along."

Gallus' face told that he detected the white lie immediately, but rather than let his worried cause an outburst, he took the news for what it meant and put both his hands up. "Alright, I'll tell them about an announcement. I can't guarantee that they will all remain patient." With that, Gallus turned and lowered his arms, "Come along everyone." His friends followed him back down the hallway.

Only Tzirret glanced back over his shoulder for a moment before thudding against someone walking in the opposite direction. He stumbled back and looked up to see the face of Grolak, the man in charge of the rations, looking down at him with some surprise. Tzirret was paralysed with fear for a few seconds before the Orc pushed him to one side to shoulder past him. The Bosmer master boyer, Caldris, followed closely behind Grolak. Tzirret only then realised that he was falling behind his friends and ducked away to catch up.

Grolak gave a respectful nod to Meesei as he and Caldris came into sight. "You sent for us, champion?"

"Your activities are getting attention out there," Caldris added.