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"Clarke." Roan said pleadingly after an extended silence, "Please don't tell me that you believe…."

Waving him off quickly, Clarke shook her head, "Don't worry, neither myself or Lexa even considered that you might be responsible. But still, that leaves the question of who it actually was still open to discussion."

"Whatever you need from me Clarke, just ask and I'll do it." He said seriously, leaning forward in his seat.

Smiling at him gratefully, Clarke gestured to the window, where the sounds of his city could be heard drifting in, "Have you noticed anything at all strange? People where they shouldn't be, weapons missing, odd behaviour?" She asked, not even particularly sure herself what examples she should be offering.

Instead of answering, Roan stood and walked over the window, looking out thoughtfully, "I can't say that I have, or at least there's nothing amiss that's been big enough to report back to me." He said finally, turning back to her.

Clarke sighed before offering a soft smile, "Don't worry about it too much, I didn't expect to just show up and be given all the answers that easily. Can you help me investigate while I'm here though, we'll need to speak with anyone carrying enough supplies to fuel an attack on Polis. And anyone who has been known as a troublemaker in the past."

"Why do you need me?" He asked curiously, "You speak with Lexa's authority, not that you need it being Wanheda yourself. My people will respect you by your own merit without me present."

Disagreeing quickly, Clarke moved from her seat to join him, "I don't want anyone to be even slightly confused as to what's going on. It will be abundantly clear that I'm not investigating you, all I'm searching for is a traitor to their King and their Commander."

"Then I'll do as you ask." Roan smiled easily, taking her hand, and bowing at the waist, "Wanheda." He inclined his head respectfully.

Laughing, Clarke just pulled her hand away, "Please don't, I will never get used to that, and I don't want to."

"Fine Clarke." He chuckled, before he frowned slightly in confusion, "Not that I'm not glad to see you, but why did Lexa send you? I thought you two were practically inseparable unless she felt like there was no other choice."

"Because there wasn't." Clarke answered honestly, "I already told you Octavia was pregnant, and Lincoln of course has to stay with her. Obviously, Ontari is the next choice, but she got injured in the initial attack."

Concern flooded Roan's features, "Is she ok? What happened?"

Holding up her hands calmingly, Clarke smiled slightly, "Do you want me to tell her how worried you just looked then?" At his answering eye roll her smile just grew. "Don't worry, she was wounded in her side but I treated her myself and she was doing just fine when I left. But there was no way she could be riding for any length of time."

"Good, I'm glad everyone's ok." Smiling at her he gestured to the door, "Well, now that we've spoken, it's late and I'm sure you'd rather rest after your journey before starting your investigation tomorrow."

"Yes, that's be great." Clarke answered him, already looking forward to climbing into the bed and getting some sleep.

"You can stay in the room just down the hall, and there's some rooms in the building next door for your guards." Roan offered, "No one will bother you here, my guards downstairs are men that I trust with my life."

"Mochof Roan." Clarke said thankfully, following him to the room he had for her, "I just need to tell-"

"Go to sleep Clarke." He told her firmly, "I'll explain to your guards what's happening, you look dead on your feet. I'm guessing that you haven't stopped since the attack first happened. Between treating Ontari and then riding here, you need your rest, and it won't hurt me to walk downstairs for five minutes."

"Thank you." She said again with a small smile, before stepping backwards into the room and closing the door softly behind her.