Oswall's face softened to be more calm at Meesei's insistence. "That is quite alright, champion. The healers say that this wound is no longer going to kill me. I've been given as much help as I can make use of." Oswall looked in front of himself and huffed, taking on a low, frustrated tone, "It's all down to bloody waiting now. Lycan regeneration makes you take the time saved on normal wounds for granted, I'll tell you." He shook his head and waved Meesei away, "Don't worry about me, you have work to do. Get to it."

The hour went by without outward trouble from there on. Harriet's huddle with her alphas was finished within a minute. It seemed as though whatever they conversed about was organised too quickly for any eavesdroppers to relay any useful information. What was clear to see, though, was that Harriet had a more determined look about her as she dined on a light lunch. She spoke to no one else as she waited for the trial to resume.

The end of the break came about with the sound of Darahil's staff pounding upon the ground once more. The crowd wasn't quite as large as last time. Many of the younger members of the clan had moved on to go play or get chores out of the way. All those wise enough to know the weight of the trial remained to observe. It was still the majority of the clan present.

"Now we will resume this trial," Najirra announced from his previous seat. The only difference on his table was a tray of tea making implements now used and mostly depleted. He had been sipping away on his seat during the entire break. "Harriet. It is your right to speak in your own defence here. This is now the opportunity to refute the accusations and affirm your innocence." Najirra's hand gestured smoothly in Harriet's direction, "You may begin."

Harriet started by taking a long, slow breath and unfolding her arms from across her chest. Her eyes went up to meet Najirra's as she stood up from her seat, keeping her fingers in contact with the table. "This entire trial is a joke," she said with disdain. "As soon as the [i]champion[/i] pulled out that vial with Clavicus' icon on it, I knew this whole thing was a big, sick joke. This entire time, Meesei, you have been calling the shots!" Harriet looked to Meesei as soon as she addressed her by name, "You had been with Jerrick, you had been convincing him of falsehoods, you had your pack all over this joint setting up your petard while we trusted you. What's the point of having a trial where the evidence being used is clearly planted!? What's the point of saying that I only had the opportunity to poison Jerrick when you were with him all night? And then you have the gall to back up the claim by having tests run on the poison's length of time by your little twerp who didn't even have the courage to speak the lies herself!" Harriet's scathing tone was directed with her finger to Sabine standing at the edge of the crowd.

Harriet stopped and stood up straight, spreading her arms, "This whole thing has been you covering your own tracks. Locking all of us down while you did all the significant 'investigating' in your favour. Truth? Pah! You want to cripple this clan!" She brought one arm to her chest, "I have no cause to kill Jerrick. No motive! He was an effective leader." She pointed at Meesei again, "The only difference in this clan shortly before Jerrick died is that a certain strange pack rapped on the door and the alpha claimed she was the champion of Hircine itself. Spin up an epic tale of killing the Orc slayer who stole the ring, and then suddenly it isn't just that bit of carved bone that's around your finger, it's everyone you need to destabilise our community." Harriet paced slowly around her table, keeping her eyes on Meesei, "I'm not going to let you pull off your next move. Galsek?!"

Amongst the now partially inflamed crowd, an Argonian arm tossed something small that glinted on the light as it shot towards Harriet. She caught it out of the air and put it on her finger. It was a gold ring with a diamond upon it, but it exuded a subtle magical glow. Attempts to catch in in telekinesis seemed to fail and cause a strange stirring in the flow of magicka.

The crowd itself was murmuring again, but this time a proportion of people were regarding Meesei with more suspicion than Harriet. Najirra had let the tirade continue until he saw the ring, at which point he sat up and widened his eyes. "Harriet? What do you think you are doing?" Najirra asked forcefully.

Harriet only had eyes for Meesei. "I've got a proposal for you, Meesei." Her sentence ended with a high scream from the crowd as a large werewolf ploughed through a couple of the guards at the edge of the dais as well as knocking down the edge of the crowd. The lycan's lunge made way for a line of warriors aligned to Harriet. They encircled her protectively and drew their weapons.

A flash of anger spread across Najirra's face. "You will halt, Harriet!" he shouted firmly. Both his hands glowed a brilliant green and unleashed a great torrent of paralysing magic upon the circle. It seemed to work for an instant, but before it could take hold, Harriet's entire body took on a purple sheen that repelled all of the power displayed. It was such a sheer reaction that Najirra dropped back into his seat and began to breathe shallowly with a wince. The magic had been reflected, but Najirra had expended his energy in resisting his own spell.

The crowd itself was a chaos of movement. Everybody who wasn't a warrior was desperately trying to stream out of the room down whatever exits they could find. At the same time, others were trying to work against the crowd, coming to Meesei or Harriet's aid. It was unclear enough that no one except the alphas around the rim of the dais had also drawn their weapons. Meesei's pack was let through, however. Janius and Fendros both moved to Meesei's side. Fendros took a couple of seconds more after imploring Sabine to find Ahnasha and make sure that Rhazii was protected.

Now that Harriet had destabilised the crowd itself, she shouted to make her words heard. "Meesei, you killed Jerrick. Fight me one on one and prove that you have Hircine's favour, or you know what's going to happen." Harriet was handed a longsword by one of her warriors and she pulled it aggressively from its scabbard. "Let's see if you have more than just deceit to hunt your prey."

The challenge had subtle undertones in Harriet's wording. Despite Harriet's claims that Meesei was the one destabilising the clan, the situation seemed to point to a bloodbath if it wasn't resolved on Harriet's terms. With what she said, Harriet understood that fully.