Clarisse is around, not to solve arguments but as backup in case anything crazy happens and somebody needs an assist. She honestly doesn't know enough about either of the two groups to make a call on who's in the right, anyway.

She's leaning back, watching it all go down, when she spots Teren switching the ceremonial swords. She's quick, quiet, and no one is the wiser. Except Clarisse, who raises her eyebrows in a silent question.