Meesei continued to scowl at the Breton, not entirely convinced by her words. She recognized that she could be truthful, but she wasn't just going to believe her words immediately. "You could be telling the truth...or you could be lying. One will say anything when on the verge of death. For now, I will not kill you. We can talk about this to get to the root of the situation, but I do not trust you. Sabine told me what you are capable of. Alchemy, magic, all dangerous tools. How do I know you still do not intend us harm? I cannot confiscate your magic, but I want you to disarm everything else. Weapons, pouches, bags, your robes, anything you have that could hide something threatening, I want you to take it and put it on the ground in front of you. Slowly, and carefully."

Meesei looked over to the collection of the hunters' supplies to her left across the room and spotted what she was looking for: an old, worn robe sitting atop a barrel. She reached out her hand and, with a bit of alteration magic, telekinetically grabbed the robe and pulled it towards them, dropping it in front of the Breton. "If you care about your modesty, you may wear that. Just do not attempt any trick or sleight of hand to hide anything dangerous. I am watching you, and I will know if you attempt any magic." She warned.