"So just - dead?", Gristav asks, unpackaging the remains of the meal toward Braddon, "And no clue to motive?" Braddon's motive was clear.
"Well, I still have motive toward RotGut, in the person of a dwarven alchemist. Also, while we can be glad circumstances point away from you and your folk, is there still need to warn the Rag's End folk, to hide them ahead of half-orc huntsmen?"
Shrugging "Depends on whether Betta told anyone about the tall hatted gentleman who visited with the folk covered in bloody rags... I know Miss Braum only told me." referring to Serpe's visit to purchase clothes "And aye, just dead... it seems." not really able to expound much beyond that.
"A broken neck, is at least quick. We can hope she didn't suffer. The chewing was after? There'd be more blood, if it was before..."
"I've my own need to go to RotGut, including Rag's End, or not. I'll take or give whatever company I might, but I'd rather sooner. I've just judged, I'm unlikely to sleep until I have been and returned. Too many questions, Larur still out-of-pocket, and some clue may wait there..."
"Daynadrian still where he was?"
"Yuf. He'f fafe."
Braddon swallows. "No motive. The murderer wasn't human, I don't think. No sign of passage in or out. She was having tea and biscuits, probably sitting. Heard something behind her- maybe in her room or on the stair and rose to investigate. Made it a step before it bit her throat, strangling her cries, then snapped her neck. Left without taking anything, apparently. She had a dog. It lived for some reason but didn't make any noise until this afternoon. Real strange."
Braddon searches for an ale to comfort himself.
"An animal may have sharper senses, but often their wills are inferior. As often, their reason is more right... It may have been charmed, or simply cowed. Silence, suggests the charm. Frightened, one would have expected an alarum of barks. Is it a barking breed? Some do not..."
"How much blood at the scene? I trust your tracker's sense, for what happened; have you any sense for how much blood was left in her? Of things that charm, and take blood, the list is not long. At least, not of my learning."
"Might it have been the neck was broken first, and then the blood taken? Or that the frustrated hound..." Gristav grinned, and growled, and grimaced, tossed his head in gallows geste, but caught himself, and sobering, finished, "...tried to wake her up? A proper measurement, fang to fang, might tell that tale. Share an apple with Phillip, or even Snake, sometime, and you'll see what I imply."
"Another riddle, for the 'port."
"Not to change the subject, for I expect we might come back to it, but would any of you agree to join me for RotGut, if not Rag End? A clue from Saul, on where Larur may have gone, and I'll rest better, better than not at all, if I've followed it."
"Discuss it; I'll fetch some ales."
Phillip tenses slightly before Braddon responds to the query on Daynadrian, but relaxes after the response is heard. To the metaphorical avalanche of questions that pour from Gristav thereafter he merely raises a tired eyebrow before sharing a knowing glance with Serpe. Eyes still on the Roderic's Cove escapee Phil answers in a way "Go, fetch ales if you like... but I'll not be here for the sharing of them. I'm for my bed, and a warm body to comfort... if you're still in the travelling mood come morning then we'll discuss it at breakfast."
Stretching out before walking towards his chambers with parting words "Dog's a terrier... it's hardly going to ragdoll the lady."
"After what I've just seen, I'm not keen on going into Rotgut this late at night. We should definitely get some sleep first."
"Very well - ales might tuck us in. Shall I distribute garlic?"
Gristav wrote:"Very well - ales might tuck us in. Shall I distribute garlic?"
Braddon looks at Gristav perplexed."Um, doesn't really go with ale."
"Nor vampires, as I've heard. But whatever hunts old women does it to avoid the risk of such stronger game as we. Sleep well." Gristav smiles, and takes an ale for himself.
Snake glances over at the halfling, shaking his head in obvious irritation at the ramblings of the magus as he rolls his eyes.
As Phillip takes his leave, "Raccoon's got it right. I'm gonna call it a day myself." And with that, Snake rises and heads toward his room. As he makes his way out of the kitchen, he stops and glances around until finally Lucky meets up with him and makes his way upon the tall man's shoulders. "I'm afraid we've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow, Luck. But I guess that's par for the course." He then continues on to his room.