<div style="background-color:#3e3e36; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Liv watched as Wolf explained himself. For someone who claimed to have just <span style="font-style: italic">witnessed</span> a murder, not take an active part in it, he didn't seem very distressed. His anger seemed mostly directed at the man who got away, whom Marcus claimed to be the killer. Liv understood - if she'd committed a crime, any potential witness would indeed be something to be angry about. So far, Wolf was doing nothing to alleviate her initial suspicions. <br/><br/>"Staying might in hindsight have been better, but I understand why you ran," said Liv, interlacing her fingers and resting her hands on the table. She leaned forward. "May I see these items Grandma Reed gave to you?" She asked. "And do you have any idea, any guesses about who this girl she mentioned might be?"<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><br/><br/>The shout immediately caught Martin's attention. Deciding that the pile of logs he'd been investigating wouldn't go anywhere any time soon, he straightened up. Before him stood a young woman - a young, <span style="font-style: italic">armed</span> woman. She didn't immediately strike him as being prone to senseless violence, even if she had her hand on her sword. <span style="font-style: italic">Hell, if I were a young lady alone in the woods, I'd probably do the same.</span><br/><br/>"Well, not <span style="font-style: italic">all</span> day," he said cheerily, preferring to counter her contempt with humor. "I haven't had neither drink nor bribe yet, and it's almost lunchtime." He smiled but kept his distance. She was making it blatantly clear that she didn't trust him, or even particularly like him, and there was no need to escalate the situation.<br/><br/>"We happen to be talking to the fur trader right now," he continued. "It wouldn't be a good time for you to pay him a visit. I suggest you come back here tomorrow instead, or wait until we're done. I don't know how long that would be, though. My colleague isn't known to gloss over things." Martin sat down on the chopping log near the pile and gestured at the girl. "Can I ask how you know the man?"</div></div>