"It will be done," Darahil answered immediately.

Vera sniffed and and raised her head to Meesei, facing her fully. "I know of a few in my packs."

Stroking his beard and staring up at the ceiling, Oswall tried to think of a candidate. "I am unsure. There may be one or two. I will have to have a look." He paused his thoughts to continue. "I will ask my alphas. We shall send them to the scholar's loft as soon as we can."

"Will that be all for now, champion?" Darahil asked. He stole a glance at the crowd that had parially dispersed. There were still many people murmuring, doubtless about the future. All of the lieutenants were anxious to make sure that none of that future was painted in blood.