Annoyed by Loka's attitude, Gregor snatched the chain and the ring from her hand with a pointed glare and inspected the sigil. He immediately recognized it for what it was before anyone else in the crowd had deciphered it. Meanwhile, Krassus responded to Loka's questions with a stuttering voice. It was obvious he was intimidated and enchanted at the same time. 

"We, ah, don't know who they are. Suppose they could be travelers, aye, maybe people who didn't know about the werewolf?" he offered with a helpful smile. Gregor looked at him impassively. "Possible," the inquisitor said while he stuffed the ring into his pocket. "You're not missing anyone from the village?" 

Krassus shrugged and shook his head. "Don't think so." His eyes went around the rest of the people present and they all shook their heads. "We heard the noise, gathered in the town square and came here to drive the beast away," one of them said, a short, squat woman wearing a filthy apron. "It was already gone by the time we got here." 

Gregor nodded and rubbed his chin. "Well, thank you all very much. We will take it from here. Please return to your homes. Stay inside and lock your doors and windows," he declared authoritatively. The crowd hesitated for a few seconds but a nod from Krassus was enough to convince them to leave and return to the nearby village in small groups. 

After a deep sigh, Gregor turned his attention to Loka. He took the ring out of his pocket and held it out for her to inspect properly. "This is the sigil of the House of Doloureux, the rulers of the city of the same name. If I had to hazard a guess, these unfortunate souls were actually sent by the lord to deal with the werewolf problem, but..." He hesitated and looked at the corpse pile again, frowning. "They look woefully unprepared. Either way, what was it you wanted to say to me?" Gregor crossed his arms and shifted his weight, raising his eyebrows expectantly. "I'm expecting something good."