Grolak gave Meesei a slow nod as she approached and pushed off the wall he was leaning against. He looked upon the loaves of bread nearby upon being addressed by Meesei, but wasn't so slow as to need any further reminding. He jerked his head towards the door to the main chamber before answering. "Come to the ovens, the fresh ones always go fast and I think the baker wants to meet you. He's a religious type."

With a quick gesture, Grolak started walking with Meesei following. Whether the clan had ovens or not, Grolak did not head there. They ended up at a quiet corner of the clan's indoor crop system. Their conversation was hidden from the naked eye by soon to be harvested corn stalks. Before saying a word, Grolak reached into his tunic and quickly pulled out something that make a glass clink on one of his buttons. Once in view it was clearly a vial, but the metal stopper brought pause to its mundane appearance. The top of the stopper had etched a fine depiction of a snarling face with sharp teeth and horns that curled back from the forehead.

"Like I said, a religious type," Grolak commented as he held the vial forward for Meesei to take. "I'm pretty sure I know what this little guy means."

Upon closer inspection, the tiniest drop of a black liquid had gathered at the bottom of the vial. It was thick, and left a thin dark streak wherever it flowed.