Harriet wasn't sure what to make of Fendros' arrival. She looked at him with crossed arms and a confused low brow. She didn't end up following Meesei out without clear permission to do so.

For the most part, Fendros focussed on walking quickly though the corridor ahead of him alongside Meesei. He spoke without looking at her. "It was sudden. I was keeping an eye on Darahil and Oswall while they were answering questions. Oswall took leave for a moment to use the latrine, but before he left the dining chamber, there was a shout and...and a silver knife. Caleb struck out and wounded him, Oswall I mean. Everyone fell on Caleb and kept him down while he thrashed about. They took the knife off him. Oswall, he's...healers are tending to him, but it's not looking good."

As the two approached the spot in the dining chamber where the incident happened, the shouting became dominated by a boy's voice, hardly broken yet. "He killed him!" Caleb's voice shouted, however constricted by emotion. He repeated himself over and over, "He killed him! He killed father!" The atmosphere they walked into was one of fear and haste.

People crowded around two scenes, one was where Oswall lay face up on the ground with his blood pooling and spreading over his clothed on his side. His hands were as bloody where they clutched his wound. A silver knife covered in blood sat a couple of feet away. Already several people were surrounding Oswall with golden healing magicks glowing from their hands in an attempt to stabilise him.

The other scene was of three large, sure-handed lycans in their beast form that held the body of a familiar Redguard boy against a wall of the chamber. His thrashing and resistance did him no benefit, but he didn't give up. Tears were streaming down his face as he continued to shout. "Father's dead and he killed him! He poisoned him!" Upon closer inspection, one of the lycans pinning Caleb was none other than Vera. She was murmuring calming words to Caleb in an attempt to soothe him, but they were being drowned out by the shouting. There was worry in Vera's eyes as she continued to try and calm the boy.