Artemisia glanced over at Bartholomew as he spoke, squinting slightly at the older boggart. After a moment, she said, "Yes, I suppose we could do that." She nods, before looking over at Margerie. "You know Elizabeth, right?"
"Only a little," Margerie said. "At most we're acquaintances, I'd say."
"Well, that's more than I have," Artemisia said. "We can go talk to her after we've eaten. She might have her own information she can share on this situation, information she wasn't keen to share with authorities." She grimaced. "Which given how... strict they are, they can understand."
"If that's what you want to do," Margerie said. She then began tucking into her own food.
"Only a little," Margerie said. "At most we're acquaintances, I'd say."
"Well, that's more than I have," Artemisia said. "We can go talk to her after we've eaten. She might have her own information she can share on this situation, information she wasn't keen to share with authorities." She grimaced. "Which given how... strict they are, they can understand."
"If that's what you want to do," Margerie said. She then began tucking into her own food.