Fran merely stared dumbfounded at the little girl, the dwarf's brain requiring a moment to process the recent surge of information.

"Talk? Fire? What be tha meanin' of this, girl?" Fran tried to ask.

"It's very important!"

"Right. Alright!" Fran answered, finishing the last remnants in his tankard before slamming it down back onto the table. The younger dwarf grabbed his axe that was resting against the side of the table to strap it around his waist as he jumped off the chair, throwing a quick look to Darius and the rest of the men by the table.
"Tell me pa I'll be late, crisis just occurred with Rune. He'll understand."

The dwarf said, before following after Liaena; correcting his girth guard.

"So, ye are sayin' that somethin' happened at the house of that Aflidious guy?" Fran inquired as he followed Liaena, both of them now walking towards the door.
"The investigation was stalled?"

Brushing some crumbs off his ginger beard, Fran could only imagine what was going on in the mansion. If there was one thing he knew about nobility in general, then that was that things were never as they seemed. There was always some hidden conspiracy or subtle war going on either between or inside the royal houses. But that was probably just a natural effect of being in possession of so much money and power in the first place.
There was a reason he had always preferred simpler charges, such as protecting farmers, traders or going to war as opposed to stand guard in the illustrious and extravagant golden halls and mansions of the higher classes and nobility. The former were usually much more simple, less lies, deception and hidden games involved. 

"I know Ragnar, lass. He's more than capable of acting on his own, having been in Ironforge's own courts and great houses." Fran said, looking over to Liaena.
"If he aven't reported back, he's probably found sumthin' really important, and is pursuin' it right now."