There was a wave of murmurings from the crowd at the mention of the vial's details. A few gasps were even sounded to accentuate the crowd's surprise. There had been rumours of the murder having Vile involved, but this was material proof. Even Najirra had a reaction of turning his head slightly and squinting his eyes in initial scepticism.

Najirra leaned forward and took the sealed jar containing the vial in both hands. He carefully held it closer to his eyes, rotating it to inspect its metallic motif of Vile's horned face. He was patient enough to satisfy his curiosity visually with both the vial and the rag before the crowd got too loud. Before opening the jar with the rag to inspect its scent, Najirra picked up Darahil's staff and struck it enough times against the floor to quiet the crowd. "Silence! I require silence," Najirra added to deal with the more obstinate voices. It took some work to open the container with the rag, but Najirra managed. He hovered the opening of the jar below his nose and nodded, and then reached in and lifted the rag out between the claws of his thumb and forefinger. "This does indeed hold Harriet's scent. And some traces of your scent, champion. This is to be expected as you handled it." Najirra replaced the rag and the lid and put the both aside, "You will have to forgive this one if he is seeing details that are irrelevant, but this one could not help but notice there is a cut corner on the rag. It has less fraying than the other edges. It may have been cut more recently, or with a sharper blade in a careful hand," Najirra turned his eyes to Meesei and weaved his hands together on the table in front of him. "Do you know why that might be?"