"That's...hmm," Vera didn't seem outwardly uncomfortable with the question, but she did have to take Meesei's offer to pause and think. She brought her thumb and forefinger up to her lips and looked down into the space in front of her for a short while. "I do remember that he drank some water at breakfast, after he filled the skin. He went to teach afterwards, I didn't see him until just before the meeting, just after his lesson, like I said before." Vera trailed off, still deep in her memories. She took a breath and seemed like she was about to resume speaking, then went silent again, and then breathed in once more. "I think he drank from it during the meeting. But it looked less full, I'd say he also drank during or after his lesson, though I cannot be sure. Apart from that..." Vera slowly looked up at Meesei again, "...That's all. I'm sorry, I can't remember any other occasion."
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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Despite the audible protest by leaps at being locked up in the room alone again, Sabine did as Meesei told her. There was a chilly draft out in the corridor, but both she and Rhazii were clothed well enough.
Inside the storage room, Vera sat uncomfortably on a small, horizontal barrel on a stand. She seemed a little nervous, but straightened her back and spoke directly to Meesei's eyes. "I don't believe I remember anything of note. Today has been...distracting, in many senses." Vera's look faltered, most likely for the seriousness of the situation. "I know you have to suspect me, but I will only say the truth."
Inside the storage room, Vera sat uncomfortably on a small, horizontal barrel on a stand. She seemed a little nervous, but straightened her back and spoke directly to Meesei's eyes. "I don't believe I remember anything of note. Today has been...distracting, in many senses." Vera's look faltered, most likely for the seriousness of the situation. "I know you have to suspect me, but I will only say the truth."
Vera's eyes wandered down to the food in her hands as Meesei explained. "I know, I know. I just...wanted to ask, that's all," Vera said, before looking up at Lorag and Harriet. "Greetings?" Vera asked, slightly confused at their behaviour, but understanding a little better once it hit her that they were just here for the food.
"Hey Vera," Harriet said quickly, barely paying any attention to her at all while she very nearly dove into the food. Harriet shoved the first thing she pulled out into her mouth - a sheep heart, by the looks - and paused once Meesei finished speaking. "Hm?" She tore off a piece of the tough meat and began to chew while she responded to Meesei, "Oh, sure, sure." She gave Lorag a rough pat on the arm with her free hand, "Don't overstock, big boy." Harriet proceeded to tear off a chunk of fresh bread before she waved everyone off and walked out of the room.
After they left, Vera looked at the door for a few moments. The room was awfully quiet now. She decided to stay relatively quiet until she finished her meal.
By the time that Harriet and Lorag returned to the dining chamber, Harriet had eaten half her food already in the rush to sate her hunger. She paused at the entrance with a cross expression and had to wait several moments with her breath held while holding her fist to her chest. A couple of thumps to the chest brought up a belch and a sigh of relief, allowing them to continue. They sat where they were, but Harriet's packmates risked soome conversation once they saw that her mood had improved.
Already in the dining chamber once they had arrived back was Oswall, laughing with his packs. Janius seemed to be comfortably fitting in with the conversation. He was acting more like Oswall's packmate than his guard.
"Hey Vera," Harriet said quickly, barely paying any attention to her at all while she very nearly dove into the food. Harriet shoved the first thing she pulled out into her mouth - a sheep heart, by the looks - and paused once Meesei finished speaking. "Hm?" She tore off a piece of the tough meat and began to chew while she responded to Meesei, "Oh, sure, sure." She gave Lorag a rough pat on the arm with her free hand, "Don't overstock, big boy." Harriet proceeded to tear off a chunk of fresh bread before she waved everyone off and walked out of the room.
After they left, Vera looked at the door for a few moments. The room was awfully quiet now. She decided to stay relatively quiet until she finished her meal.
By the time that Harriet and Lorag returned to the dining chamber, Harriet had eaten half her food already in the rush to sate her hunger. She paused at the entrance with a cross expression and had to wait several moments with her breath held while holding her fist to her chest. A couple of thumps to the chest brought up a belch and a sigh of relief, allowing them to continue. They sat where they were, but Harriet's packmates risked soome conversation once they saw that her mood had improved.
Already in the dining chamber once they had arrived back was Oswall, laughing with his packs. Janius seemed to be comfortably fitting in with the conversation. He was acting more like Oswall's packmate than his guard.
"Finally!" Harriet shot up as soon as it was clear that the food had arrived and began walking quickly with Lorag. "Thanks!" Harriet shot a grin at Ahnasha and patted her roughly on the upper arm as she passed. The rush up to the room brought the pair to Meesei's pack's chamber in short order.
Vera was grateful for the opportunity to eat and walked straight for the food. "Thank you, I don't mind raw meat," she said. She pulled out another piece of beef from the package that Sabine had opened and a carrot from another, and then sat opposite Meesei with the heating crystal between them. Vera took a bite from her carrot and did not chew much before she swallowed. She had her own question. "Champion, Meesei, I was wondering...my son, Caleb, normally attends breakfast, but he generally stays around his friends and his packmates. However, I haven't seen him all day. I assumed he was just training, or maybe he slept in for some reason, but I want to know if he...well, if you told him anything."
Some loud footsteps began to sound at that point to herald Harriet and Lorag's approach, but there would be time for a short answer before they arrived.
Vera was grateful for the opportunity to eat and walked straight for the food. "Thank you, I don't mind raw meat," she said. She pulled out another piece of beef from the package that Sabine had opened and a carrot from another, and then sat opposite Meesei with the heating crystal between them. Vera took a bite from her carrot and did not chew much before she swallowed. She had her own question. "Champion, Meesei, I was wondering...my son, Caleb, normally attends breakfast, but he generally stays around his friends and his packmates. However, I haven't seen him all day. I assumed he was just training, or maybe he slept in for some reason, but I want to know if he...well, if you told him anything."
Some loud footsteps began to sound at that point to herald Harriet and Lorag's approach, but there would be time for a short answer before they arrived.
Who are we waiting on?
Given the circumstances, Sabine didn't mind eating the raw meat at all. After briefly rummaging through the items that Ahnasha brought back in the bulging knapsack and pulling out what appeared to be heavily salted beef rump, Sabine found a place to sit down and quietly chew. She contemplated tips and compared them to the wider concept of gifts. It seemed to make sense to her.
Vera leaned her head closer as Ahnasha lowered her voice so she could hear over the chatter of those entering the dining chamber. She gave quick nods to each point of information and imitated Ahnasha's tone in responding. "The lieutenants generally keep their packs company during dinner, so you will likely find them all there now. If not, they will be heading over. I will see the champion immediately. I actually need to see her about something as well, as it happens." Vera gave one last friendly smile and stood up straight again, "I will see you around."
A quick walk with Kaleeth by Vera's side brought them straight to Meesei's pack's chamber, Vera didn't speak except to comment "My mouth is watering already, I'm famished." When they arrived, Vera knocked at the old gate that closed off the chamber then discreetly peeked through the empty circular window in its top-centre. "Champion? You sent for me?" Vera asked. Leaps chirped at the voice from Sabine's lap, but didn't escape Sabine's hands after Sabine sounded a quiet "heel" to him as Janius had taught.
Vera leaned her head closer as Ahnasha lowered her voice so she could hear over the chatter of those entering the dining chamber. She gave quick nods to each point of information and imitated Ahnasha's tone in responding. "The lieutenants generally keep their packs company during dinner, so you will likely find them all there now. If not, they will be heading over. I will see the champion immediately. I actually need to see her about something as well, as it happens." Vera gave one last friendly smile and stood up straight again, "I will see you around."
A quick walk with Kaleeth by Vera's side brought them straight to Meesei's pack's chamber, Vera didn't speak except to comment "My mouth is watering already, I'm famished." When they arrived, Vera knocked at the old gate that closed off the chamber then discreetly peeked through the empty circular window in its top-centre. "Champion? You sent for me?" Vera asked. Leaps chirped at the voice from Sabine's lap, but didn't escape Sabine's hands after Sabine sounded a quiet "heel" to him as Janius had taught.
Sabine was sure to thank Carana and Safina for their help on their way out. They had been distracted and out of the way while the final reaction happened, so they tried to inquire further about the results. Sabine had to wave them off and apologise while scurrying down the stairs behind Meesei. The scholars just exchanged a glance and went back to work, bidding farewell to the pair before they were out of earshot.
Leaps was understandably excited to see Meesei and Sabine as they arrived in the room, jumping and climbing all the way up to Sabine's shoulder and chirping in her face. Sabine giggled and eased the hatchling to the ground before giving it a pat, but it wasn't the only one in the room. "Hello, sister," Sabine said to Ahnasha, giving her a quick hug.
Similarly, Rhazii was glad to see his mother and reached out a small arm towards her. As she left again in a hurry, he began to cry at the sudden separation. Once he was eventually settled, Sabine looked a little confused. "Meesei, what does Ahnasha mean by a 'tip'? Does she want you to teach her something?"
The day that Vera shared with Kaleeth had been a near constant learning experience for her. The rest of the morning class may not have been enough for her to outright understand and write Cyrodilic, but she had reached the middle of the day with a better understanding than before. After lunch, or lack thereof, Vera's duties revolved around assisting those working the laundry. She couldn't exactly feel comfortable with Kaleeth sitting and doing nothing, so they both performed the duties with Kaleeth under Vera's instruction. A knowledge of how clothing was washed may not have been a particularly new concept, but sewing and repairing tears was also covered in that afternoon. Allowing Kaleeth to experience working with Cyrodilic clothing a little more closely.
The late afternoon was capped off with something more of a daily routine for Vera; weapon drills with a sword and shield. In spite of all of Vera's gentle and nurturing nature throughout the day, the way that she held her blade was a reminder that she was still a lieutenant of Jerrick, an alpha, and as much a warrior as the rest of them. This was the only point where Vera did not pause to teach Kaleeth unless she wanted to join in and try to keep up.
It just so happened that Ahnasha was spotted by Vera as they were all heading into the dining hall for dinner. Vera had needed to be amongst her packs anyway, but they were hoping Ahnasha would have returned by then. Vera stopped and smiled warmly, raising a hand to get Ahnasha's attention. "It is good to see that you have returned...Ahnasha, yes!" Vera said shortly after remembering Ahnasha's name, "Greetings!"
Leaps was understandably excited to see Meesei and Sabine as they arrived in the room, jumping and climbing all the way up to Sabine's shoulder and chirping in her face. Sabine giggled and eased the hatchling to the ground before giving it a pat, but it wasn't the only one in the room. "Hello, sister," Sabine said to Ahnasha, giving her a quick hug.
Similarly, Rhazii was glad to see his mother and reached out a small arm towards her. As she left again in a hurry, he began to cry at the sudden separation. Once he was eventually settled, Sabine looked a little confused. "Meesei, what does Ahnasha mean by a 'tip'? Does she want you to teach her something?"
The day that Vera shared with Kaleeth had been a near constant learning experience for her. The rest of the morning class may not have been enough for her to outright understand and write Cyrodilic, but she had reached the middle of the day with a better understanding than before. After lunch, or lack thereof, Vera's duties revolved around assisting those working the laundry. She couldn't exactly feel comfortable with Kaleeth sitting and doing nothing, so they both performed the duties with Kaleeth under Vera's instruction. A knowledge of how clothing was washed may not have been a particularly new concept, but sewing and repairing tears was also covered in that afternoon. Allowing Kaleeth to experience working with Cyrodilic clothing a little more closely.
The late afternoon was capped off with something more of a daily routine for Vera; weapon drills with a sword and shield. In spite of all of Vera's gentle and nurturing nature throughout the day, the way that she held her blade was a reminder that she was still a lieutenant of Jerrick, an alpha, and as much a warrior as the rest of them. This was the only point where Vera did not pause to teach Kaleeth unless she wanted to join in and try to keep up.
It just so happened that Ahnasha was spotted by Vera as they were all heading into the dining hall for dinner. Vera had needed to be amongst her packs anyway, but they were hoping Ahnasha would have returned by then. Vera stopped and smiled warmly, raising a hand to get Ahnasha's attention. "It is good to see that you have returned...Ahnasha, yes!" Vera said shortly after remembering Ahnasha's name, "Greetings!"
For a while, Sabine looked on silently at the grey-brown flask. "I don't know how it would be done either. I think it was made from things outside of Mundus as well," Sabine responded. Although Sabine did not have all of the information that Meesei did, she was glad that the tests finally worked out. She looked up at Meesei with a blank face covering her self congratulations, such was the seriousness of their investigation. "What happens now?"
Harriet's day proceeded without any outward oddness in the eyes of Lorag. The training lasted until lunch, teaching one person at a time, each time with a different weapon and technique. It swiftly became clear that Harriet was versed in many martial forms, and the weapons she selected were more to do with testing her students' weaknesses than fighting with the utmost efficiency. Unfortunately for Harriet's grumbling stomach, lunch was replaced with filling up her waterskin in the canal and bathing herself after the physical activity. What followed was an unsuccessful self-solicitation towards Lorag, then an afternoon spent angrily honing one of her personal weapons; an orichalcum long sword. Come dinner time, she gave up on been angry and made her way to the dining chamber, citing that she was too hungry to think and they could wait for their food to arrive. The wait was peaceful, with most of Harriet's followers spotting her unenthusiastic mood and only talking to her briefly if at all. That was until Darahil strode up to her and Lorag with pursed lips and a strong stride. Fendros followed behind with a wary expression.
"Harriet, I require a moment," Darahil said, sounding like he was holding back anger in his posture and voice. He stopped when he reached them and revealed a sheet of parchment in his hand, holding it forward for Harriet to see. "How do you explain your 'hunting supplies' adding up to one hundred gold more than they did last month? I believe it was Viora's pack, one of your packs that was allocated the task? They have not been forthcoming. I require answers."
Harriet growled as Darahil finished. She had her head held back, but brought it forward into a glower from where she sat. Harriet's tone was severe. "Darahil, can't this wait? I'm not in the mood."
Darahil brought his hands together in front of him and seemed to stand up straighter, angling his head back slightly. "Normally such a matter would be trifling, but in this entire afternoon I've not found any evidence of the gold being used in any meaningful way. I need to know where it went else more gold might be lost."
"Aaah! Darahil," Harriet pointed a finger up at the Altmer's face, "I know you don't like me, but you know something? You could try not acting like an ass when you talk to people! Why have you got to come up to me and be all passive-aggressive! I've had a disappointing day, okay? I don't need to hear your tripe."
"I hardly think it appropriate-!"
"I'll talk to them! Okay!?" Harriet held out her fingers in front of her and widened her eyes, then swiped one hand flat in front of her, "Leave me alone!"
Darahil narrowed his eyes. The movements of his jaw seemed to indicate that he was clenching his teeth for being talked to in such a brash manner. He was just able to hold back from exploding. "I expect you will let me know as soon as possible. I will inquire further before the night is out." With that, Darahil turned on his heel and glided away with his hands behind his back. Fendros gave Lorag a half shrug, then turned to follow. The two assumed the same seats that they did at breakfast. Again, waiting.
"Ugh, how long 'til we get to eat?" Harriet asked Lorag.
Harriet's day proceeded without any outward oddness in the eyes of Lorag. The training lasted until lunch, teaching one person at a time, each time with a different weapon and technique. It swiftly became clear that Harriet was versed in many martial forms, and the weapons she selected were more to do with testing her students' weaknesses than fighting with the utmost efficiency. Unfortunately for Harriet's grumbling stomach, lunch was replaced with filling up her waterskin in the canal and bathing herself after the physical activity. What followed was an unsuccessful self-solicitation towards Lorag, then an afternoon spent angrily honing one of her personal weapons; an orichalcum long sword. Come dinner time, she gave up on been angry and made her way to the dining chamber, citing that she was too hungry to think and they could wait for their food to arrive. The wait was peaceful, with most of Harriet's followers spotting her unenthusiastic mood and only talking to her briefly if at all. That was until Darahil strode up to her and Lorag with pursed lips and a strong stride. Fendros followed behind with a wary expression.
"Harriet, I require a moment," Darahil said, sounding like he was holding back anger in his posture and voice. He stopped when he reached them and revealed a sheet of parchment in his hand, holding it forward for Harriet to see. "How do you explain your 'hunting supplies' adding up to one hundred gold more than they did last month? I believe it was Viora's pack, one of your packs that was allocated the task? They have not been forthcoming. I require answers."
Harriet growled as Darahil finished. She had her head held back, but brought it forward into a glower from where she sat. Harriet's tone was severe. "Darahil, can't this wait? I'm not in the mood."
Darahil brought his hands together in front of him and seemed to stand up straighter, angling his head back slightly. "Normally such a matter would be trifling, but in this entire afternoon I've not found any evidence of the gold being used in any meaningful way. I need to know where it went else more gold might be lost."
"Aaah! Darahil," Harriet pointed a finger up at the Altmer's face, "I know you don't like me, but you know something? You could try not acting like an ass when you talk to people! Why have you got to come up to me and be all passive-aggressive! I've had a disappointing day, okay? I don't need to hear your tripe."
"I hardly think it appropriate-!"
"I'll talk to them! Okay!?" Harriet held out her fingers in front of her and widened her eyes, then swiped one hand flat in front of her, "Leave me alone!"
Darahil narrowed his eyes. The movements of his jaw seemed to indicate that he was clenching his teeth for being talked to in such a brash manner. He was just able to hold back from exploding. "I expect you will let me know as soon as possible. I will inquire further before the night is out." With that, Darahil turned on his heel and glided away with his hands behind his back. Fendros gave Lorag a half shrug, then turned to follow. The two assumed the same seats that they did at breakfast. Again, waiting.
"Ugh, how long 'til we get to eat?" Harriet asked Lorag.
Okay, so it wasn't strictly skipped to dinner in the dining hall. I thought you might want to react immediately after seeing the results of the test.
As time progressed, the instruction that Meesei provided to Sabine started to diminish in necessity as the day turned into one of practising. Rhazii was taken care of and the poison test was regularly checked up on, but their isolation to the scholars' loft made the rest of the day rather quiet.
The test itself was so idle and peaceful that the large flask containing the heart suspended in red-shaded water didn't seem like it was going to react at all. Lunch passed them by, then the rest of the afternoon. Every hour that the flask didn't do anything was time that Sabine felt a pang of shame and frustration. She hoped that she had added the lycan blood in time.
Feeling crestfallen despite having a productive lesson in healing, Sabine was about to go and see if Ahnasha had returned with some dinner. It was then that a sudden change caught the corner of her eye. The flask began to darken, the heart shrivelled slightly. "Meesei!" Sabine raised her voice to get Meesei's attention and beckoned her to the flask. The red turned to brown, then to a muddy grey. In the space of half a minute, the poison had unleashed its potential. The flask began to emanate a disgusting smell then, an indication that Sabine knew to expect.
"...It's dead." Sabine spoke quietly, her wide eyes not quite believing that the test had worked just as intended. If the test was any indication with what Carana and Sabine had worked out as the margin of error, then it seemed as though the poison had to have been administered between the meeting that Meesei's pack arrived in, to about halfway between lunch and dinner that day.
The test itself was so idle and peaceful that the large flask containing the heart suspended in red-shaded water didn't seem like it was going to react at all. Lunch passed them by, then the rest of the afternoon. Every hour that the flask didn't do anything was time that Sabine felt a pang of shame and frustration. She hoped that she had added the lycan blood in time.
Feeling crestfallen despite having a productive lesson in healing, Sabine was about to go and see if Ahnasha had returned with some dinner. It was then that a sudden change caught the corner of her eye. The flask began to darken, the heart shrivelled slightly. "Meesei!" Sabine raised her voice to get Meesei's attention and beckoned her to the flask. The red turned to brown, then to a muddy grey. In the space of half a minute, the poison had unleashed its potential. The flask began to emanate a disgusting smell then, an indication that Sabine knew to expect.
"...It's dead." Sabine spoke quietly, her wide eyes not quite believing that the test had worked just as intended. If the test was any indication with what Carana and Sabine had worked out as the margin of error, then it seemed as though the poison had to have been administered between the meeting that Meesei's pack arrived in, to about halfway between lunch and dinner that day.
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