Walking into Clarke and Lexa's room where everyone was waiting, Ontari dropped into a chair tiredly, looking over at Lexa who was staring out of the window thoughtfully.

"I questioned him, but he's refused to say anything so far." She said softly as Lexa turned to look at her, quirking her head to the side thoughtfully.

"Did you offer him anything in trade for the information we want?" Lexa asked her as she padded lightly across the room and sat down on the couch in between Clarke and Octavia, drawing her legs up the rest them on Octavia's lap so she could lean into Clarke's side comfortably.

Ontari nodded, "I did, including his freedom and three of the best horses from your stables."

As Lexa nodded along as though this was a fascinating piece of information, Raven looked backwards and forwards between them from her perch on the edge of the low table between the couch and the single chair Ontari had taken. "Does that mean something?" She asked quickly before they could carry on without any explanation.

"It means that the would be assassin is not a mercenary." Lincoln answered for them, sitting on the floor beside Octavia's legs, one arm resting loosely over his legs as the other held Octavia's hand tenderly, "A mercenary would have taken the freedom alone. He attacked one of the Commander's own bloodline. It can only be death for this sort of transgression."

"I though jus no drein jus daun was still in affect." Octavia remarked, looking at Lexa, "Except for in extreme cases."

The corners of Lexa's lips twisted up into a small smirk as she nudged Octavia in the stomach with her foot, "If you truly believe that an attempt to overthrow me isn't an extreme case then I would like to hear what you think is."

"Point taken." Octavia chuckled as she moved Lexa's foot so her toes weren't digging into her lower ribs.

Clarke smiled and tightened her arm around Lexa's waist, "So this guy truly believes in the cause he is fighting for and he wants to die for it. That doesn't really help us work out who he's working with."

"I could take an educated guess." Ontari offered, nodding as everyone turned to look at her with interest, "There are many clans that have been outspoken about the sheer number of Trikru natblidas. But none more so than the Trishanakru or the Glowing Forest Clan."

Octavia's face twisted into a look of confusion, "I don't think I remember them from the tournament."

Lexa shook her head, "You wouldn't, they were a small faction and their warrior was terrible, he went out in moments during his fight. Do you truly believe that it could be their clan responsible for the attacks on our bloodline Ontari?"

Dipping her chin slightly, Ontari answered her confidently, "Their clan is legendary for it's secrecy and it's clan members steadfast loyalty to their leaders orders. And the one thing they can be counted on to do is covet power. They had complained for generations because they have not had a single natblida born into their clan."

"So they aim to take one?" Raven asked disbelievingly, "That still doesn't really give them a nightblood."

"Actually," Lincoln interjected thoughtfully, "It would if they put them through a similar trial of initiation to the one that Octavia faced to become Trikru, although the Glowing Forest don't allow aids on their trials and there's a combat element."

Raven gave him a look of horror, "They can't make children do that, Octavia nearly got my girlfriend eaten that day, they can't kidnap a child and then send them out hunting alone before making them fight."

"I knew you were still angry about that." Octavia muttered under her breath bitterly as Ontari hid a grin.

Rolling her eyes, Clarke waved her arm in front of Raven and Octavia who had began a glaring match, "Yes, this is all very interesting but how do we prove any of it? We can't just accuse a clan of attempting to capture one of Lexa's students."

Lexa nodded, smiling, "Of course not, but we can set a trap for them."