Though both were standing by him for support, Najirra slowly walked across the clear dais with only one of his daughters supporting his arm. In his other hand was his cane, shivering with his elderly frame as he strained to support himself. He smiled and nodded politely to Meesei upon receiving the staff that would serve as a gavel might in other courts. As his small steps slowly lead him to the table presiding over both sides, the crowd murmured, but it was not a perturbed tone. Rather, most people were surprised that they could not guess Najirra to be the judge. It seemed so obvious that he would take the role on. If anything the atmosphere's tension was relaxed slightly. Najirra's wisdom was known to all.

Najirra lowered himself into his seat and quietly dismissed his daughters. They walked to the edge of the rope behind his chair, ready to assist if necessary. They didn't seem to keen on all the attention.

"Beloved cla-hm-" Najirra put a hand to his mouth and cleared his throat. His voice did not project well. He realised this and cast a nondescript green spell about his throat before silencing the crowd with the staff. "Beloved clan," his voice was still gentle, but boomed with magical amplification, "This one has been asked to hear of the tragic poisoning of Jerrick, our late clan leader. Normally, this one tries to stay clear of issues of leadership, but under such circumstances, I would sooner lend myself to see justice served than to let this event divide us. This one will hear the stories of the investigator and the accused and pass judgement. It would be appreciated if all present could remain with their words in their minds, that I might hear what is important easily." Najirra's eyes went directly to a particular direction into the crowd, "Harriet, if you please to come forward and be seated."

As if Najirra innately knew where Harriet was standing, his gaze is where she emerged. The sour looking Orc lieutenant emerged from the crowd amongst the guards that had been responsible for her for a while now, including Lorag. They left her side as she proceeded across the dais and took her seat. By the way she sat crossed-armed, she wasn't a fan of all the ceremony, even if it was less ritual than city courts.

"Harriet Gra-Kalgodo, you have been accused of murdering our leader, Jerrick Hasset Dechora. Are you guilty, or not guilty?" Najirra's normally default smile had faded to a wide eyed studying look that was more focussed than cross or judgemental.

Harriet moved her eyes up from the table in front of her to meet Najirra's, however piercing his gaze was. "I'm not guilty," she answered flatly.

"Very well, let us begin in good faith. Our lord Hircine is not a god of rhetoric. He is, however, a patron of the chase. May the fittest of mind be proven right in this hunt for justice." Najirra leaned back and exchanged glances with both Meesei and Harriet, "Neither one of you need be reminded that truth is an axiom of this process. Speak only when given permission, and stay your beast forms." Najirra's missing words were the method of telling the truth from lies, but all that knew him were aware of his eye for such things. No lie would get past the old Khajiit.

He turned his attention fully to Meesei. "Meesei, Champion of Hircine, you have been the one to investigate this matter and have laid your accusation upon Harriet. As fitting, you may now justify yourself." He waved his hand gently in her direction, "Speak."

As Najirra waved his hand, Meesei was given a sensation of relief, almost as if she would have had a hard time speaking even if she wanted to before, but only just noticed it. An effort to detect any magical effects would only reveal tiny threads of alteration in the air when concentrated upon. Whatever power Najirra held, he was incredibly subtle with it. He clearly intended for this trial to go without descent into a two-sided rant.

Harriet just stayed cross armed and cross legged, shooting an adversarial look at Meesei while she watched and listened.