Ri'vashi nodded. "Yes, please. It is going to take a lot of effort to make the kinds of accommodations necessary for such a large number of people. One moment, let me grab a parchment." She answered. Stepping away for a moment, she walked over to a corner of the room with a table, and a series of bookshelves. Compared to the table at the center, it was rather disorderly, but she did not seem to have issue finding a blank parchment and writing implements. Once she returned, Meesei and Ra'kalsesh began answering any questions she had about the clan and what they would need. 

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Once the meeting was over, they all left out of the room to start on their tasks. Uthri and Ra'kalesh were going to head back to inform the clan to pack the camp, then head inside the stronghold. Ri'vashi, while she had quite a few responsibilities at the moment, was first going to find her council and make accommodations for the Senchal clan. Meesei was going to check on Irenya and the Argonian impostor, while everyone else would have the chance to simply familiarize themselves with the clan and the stronghold itself. They would all be separating in the main chamber, but they were all still walking together through the hallways at the moment. 

It was close to being dinner time, so the hall was moderately crowded. Without her robe, Meesei was easy to identify, so there were a few that stared at her as they passed. Likely, most of the clan had heard of what happened when they arrived. However, it was not likely that they had received any official explanation, so Meesei could only imagine what notions they had in their minds. Their expressions were certainly varied. 

Just as they were about to reach the main chamber, Ri'vashi started to look closely at an individual that was approaching them. He was acting no differently from any of the other clan members, but nevertheless, she seemed to be staring him down. He was a Human man, likely Imperial, in a simple brown hooded robe. He had his hands clasped together in front of him, and his head slightly lowered. As they drew nearer, however, Ri'vashi's eyes widened.

"Champion!" She shouted, drawing her blade just as the man pulled a dagger. He lunged for Meesei, but Ri'vashi's blade was quick. It was a long, curved blade: an Akaviri katana. It sliced through his forearm, stopping on the bone, but nearly cutting the muscle in half. He dropped his knife, then fell to his knees.