Saras gave a simple nod towards Fendros. "I am glad I do not have to convince you of that. We are in a pivotal time, and we cannot afford controversy. To stain the reputation of your pack now, so close to the invasion, could compromise the morale of our armies."

Again, a silence hung in the air as Saras' eyes settled on Ahnasha. He did not show anger, nor was his tone particularly threatening, but it did carry a cold lack of emotion. "If there is a punishment, it will have to wait until after the invasion has concluded. But, that still does not leave us a resolution to this matter. Our people will want our answer for why our dead have been disturbed."

From the center of the room, Hal-Neesa sat with her arms crossed, chuckling lightly. "Graverobbing...what a petty and superstitious 'crime' that the ignorant get so worked up over. Granted, I am many centuries beyond being willing to sully myself digging around in the dirt, but...that's what servants are for. But, if you care so much about your vaunted 'reputation', just tell them the mean, scary vampire stole their corpses. They already hate me. What are they going to do? Hate me more?" 

Neesa did not seem to care about any negative repercussions of accepting the blame for the graverobbing, or indeed, even acknowledge that they might exist at all. Nor did she address the fact that she would be doing them a favor in doing so. "If there is one silver lining to these adventures, it's that they do give me something to laugh at occasionally."