“conclusions, schmoozions” Liaena muttered under her breath, clearly no happier with Darians explanation than Fran was. Raising her voice to speak again, the girl gazed up at the guildmaster. “So what are you going to do about them then? I mean, I assume you’re planning to do [b]something[/b]. What with this…”

Here Liaena put the scrap of newspaper on the table, before poking at it with a finger. “…locked room murder mystery thing that’s going on here. If you catch whatever did it, it makes you look much less incompetent – and gives the culprit a kick in the teeth for good measure. This feels like it was done to screw with you. At least partly”

Lapsing into silence after her speech, the girl studied the newspaper cutting intently for a couple of minutes before looking up again. “You should try and speak to his wife. She might know something”

“What? Ye think she was involved?”

Liaena glanced quickly at Fran, who was the one who had spoken, and then away again. “…Maybe. Probably not. But there are things – you should probably talk to her. You know, as a witness, at least”

“….”

“I’m surprised she’s still alive, to be honest” Liaena muttered after a pause to nobody in particular, as she again studied the newspaper cutting. “Seems like a bit of a shoddy job, that”