Somewhere in the back of his mind the pub owner realised that the officer had not answered his question. However, he was a good citizen and concentrated on the questions at hand. Someone who was especially active in the forest... The pub owner had to think for a bit. Nobody really came to his mind. Since a year the people tend to avoid the forest a little as it is believed to be the lair of the Hellhound. A lot of people were active in there for the sake of hunting the beast, but lately he had not heard of anyone going there much.<br/>“I don’t know of anyone that goes to the forest a lot,” he answered honestly. “Maybe you better ask the boy that lives on the edge of it, his name is Chris. He may have noticed something.”<br/>Later, when the officers would have left already, the pub owner would wonder by himself why they asked so many questions about the forest. The forest had always been there, even longer than the village existed. He only knew it as a normal forest, nothing special at all.<br/>Two streets further at Marian’s house, the two men were taking a little break. It wasn’t that they wanted to, but who could decline the offer of some fresh lemonade? The lady of the house took good care of her two handymen by making them said lemonade and had served it with some cookies as well. Chris didn’t mind this polite act of kindness. However, this also counted towards the hours he charged. Thus, after quickly finishing his drink and a few cookies he again climbed the roof and continued his work. Marian’s neighbour took a little longer to finish his share while he talked to the lady a little. She told him that there were some rumours going around about government strangers sniffing around their little village. The neighbour made some comments about them being without anything to do and useless before climbing up the roof again. Chris had not heard anything of their conversation and the neighbour did not tell him either.