"We are not going anywhere, Harriet. You know we cannot leave you alone." Meesei answered, slipping the vial into her pouch since it was no longer needed. She then unfurled the rag and held it by only a small part of one of the corners, reaching out to offer it to one of the observing guards. "Obviously, I cannot let you touch the rag, as that would contaminate it, but I shall let the others confirm that it bears your scent. Be careful only to touch this corner, as we do not want to put any more scents on it than necessary."

With the rag in the hands of one of the others, Meesei was free to focus on speaking with Harriet. "I am not here to fight you, Harriet. Nor am I here to lie to you, or anyone else present. That vial was found by one that Jerrick himself deemed trustworthy in one of his letters. No, what I want is the same thing I have wanted since this all began: the truth. I admit, when I was first showed the vial, even I was skeptical. It seemed almost too suspicious. But, so far, I have seen nothing that would suggest it was planted. It was too well-hidden in a hiding spot which bears your scent, indicating you interacted with it personally. Those are the reasons I am accusing you of being the owner of the vial, not because of some agenda you perceive me to have. I do not have a desire to convict you specifically, I want to find Jerrick's murderer. If this is a lie, Harriet, then I need you to convince me of the truth."