A worried crease had appeared on Kathlins forehead at Rosemarys words. The distinction between ‘the lady of the house’ and ‘a servant’ finding the corpse seemed like quite a large one to her, no matter what the lady of the house herself had to say on the matter. “Ma’am, sorry but could you clarify? Who –“

Kathlin stopped very abruptly upon receiving a dig in the upper thigh from Ragnar, who had just elbowed her. Pausing for a moment, she then looked over at Eddick. “Uhhhh…Yes. Sure.” 

Turning to follow the servant, Hester, who was still trying to eat her way though the window gave a muffled squawk of anger before fluttering over to stalk her along the long greenhouse corridor, glaring fiercely through the glass. 

“…Excuse me Mister Murphy, but could you give me a moment?” Kathlin explained as she paused by one of the windows that could be unlatched. Unlocking it, she reached out to grab Hester, the owl spat a very crumpled, torn piece of paper at her as she brought it inside before fluttering to her shoulder, grumbling to herself. Kathlin unfolded the scrap of paper to briefly scan the contents. 

[i]“Why does she have to be so cryptic? …” [/i]

“I’m sorry about that” Kathlin said as she turned back to the servant, who was giving her an unfathomable expression. “She belongs to a friend of mine and…she’s uh, very well trained” the girl added without much hope. Hester’s status as a demon-bird was well established with those that knew her. 

“…”

“…So you were the one that discovered the corpse, Mister Murphy?” Kathlin enquired as they made their way towards downstairs. “Would you be able to tell me the circumstances of when you found him? Why were you attending him at 1am in the morning?"