Alit pressed her lips into a thin line as the information on the Harbinger's apparent disappearance was relayed. Now, it wasn't the [i]ideal[/i] way to start off the day, but...

Who or what could have overpowered the Dragonborn?

The question wasn't going to be leaving her mind any time soon. Alit got up from her chair and headed back down to the living quarters for a quick moment to retrieve a bag, secured on the belt of her robes, and her axe-- the dagger had already been at her side, a habit that had developed over the years, and luckily it was a useful one. When she returned to the mead hall, she got a better look at the others. 

There was Hilda, of course, and there was the Redguard and the Argonian. She remembered the other newer members of the guild, and thankfully at least a couple of them looked like they could take care of themselves. Regardless, with a flick of her hand, Alit assured herself that a healing spell was prepared. "All right," she stretched out her arms, "We've got a Harbinger to find. Just stuff some food in a pack if ya haven't eaten yet."