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1.)”While we were in the cellar? Not an idea. We were moved to the cellar after the murder. We descended as the others joined you all in the foyer.”

2.) Muro chuckles at a part of the second question. A flash of Morgan’s red eyes silences him. She continues. ”I still haven’t the faintest idea. In the foyer I heard she was Galatian. That is all I know of her. Us three aren’t too social with guests. Better not seen or heard as they say.”

3.)”Food preparation during parties. I clean when there are less eyes in the house. Tonight I decorated the meals to appear more appetizing.” A murmur and nod from Sacha that seems to indicate he does the same. Muro says chef, but Morgan is quick to correct him. “Assistant chef. In training. Right now he only does salads.”

4.)”Our staff is like family. There were no new faces. I know not the musicians, Emile hires them from one of his friends. Today was supposed to be a party like any other. I had no indication that this would happen.”

As Seth draws close, it seems the servants already understand, the tiefling woman nodding her head and getting the attention of the others. Helmuth follows them with his eyes from the second floor balcony. “We do not mind. Lead.”

They enter the kitchen behind Seth. The ratfolk Muro hops onto the counter, grabbing at a cannister of tobacco that the chef must have left behind. The male tiefling Morgan scratches at his forearm down below his knees. The tiefling woman Sacha grabs the crate that Ludovic brought up earlier. She sits down, slumping forward, facing towards the guests and the door to the foyer. She tilts her head to the other tiefling. “Morgan doesn’t talk, isn’t that right, Morgan?” Morgan nods, Muro chuckles as he puts a wad of tobacco into his mouth. “So if you may, please direct questions at me or Mur.”

The female tiefling takes a step forward. She seems to understand Emile. “We will trust the lawyer, Master Emile.” Emile calms, giving her a smile and a quickm quiet thank you. “Morgan, Mur, we are free of guilt here. Let us join them above.” The ratfolk, Mur, nods. Reluctantly Morgan joins them, sizing up Raphael as he moves past him.