Darahil rotated his head towards the flask that Marcaille produced and unweaved his fingers. "If I may?" he asked Marcaille, reaching with one hand.

While Darahil inspected the flask itself, Oswall began to speak. "This is indeed grave. We have discussed the implications of the suppression gas before, but gas that rips out the soul..." He pressed his lips together, making his moustache bristle as he exhaled through his nose. "If the enemy besieges us, climbs the mountain, and finds the chimneys we use for the forge, the cookfires, and any others, they would be able to fill this place with little time to escape. We would have to evacuate the entire clanhome at the first sign of the enemy."

"Holding one's breath does grant an idea," Darahil butted in flatly, not looking up from the flask he held in his hands.

Oswall's face twisted with indignation. "Of all the times you pick to be sarcastic, I hardly think it appropriate right now Dara-"

"-Calm yourself, Oswall. I was not being sarcastic." Darahil peered at Oswall, and then addressed the others. "A common spell for magical alterers is a spell to breath under water. Adapting it to breath a gas without suffering its effects might be made. I cannot be certain whether it can be replicated in the form of a potion in any useful capacity, but I may be able to at least devise something that could save a few lives. If I have enough time and resources, I might even be able to enchant some items with the effect. How many, I also cannot be certain."

Vera nodded. "See that you do what you can, Darahil. Now, were you saying something, Oswall?"

Oswall readjusted himself in his seat and crossed his arms. After shooting a foul look at Darahil, he breathed in to resume. "The trouble with a weapon such as this is that no standing army can get within throwing distance of a flask such as that one." He nodded his head sideways to Darahil. "This makes a defensive position especially vulnerable, but sallying out guarantees death amongst the effort all the same. Our only safety right now is in the limits of the enemy to make this infernal stuff and their willingness to attack us."

Vera's eyes went down and she blinked in silence for a few moments. "They already know of this place," she murmured. "They know of many places by now." Vera closed her eyes and leaned her forehead on one fist. She took a deep breath and looked up to the others with determination. "We will have to inform the other clans as fast as possible. Darahil, how quickly do you estimate you can find a solution to this?"

Darahil was already back to inspecting the liquid. "Unknown. This is something new and we will need to be careful with what little we have of it."

Curling her lips, Vera looked to the others. "Does anyone have any further suggestions? I fear that we may have to begin packing our bags."