Caedrin crossed his arms, watching the events unfold as the pieces of the puzzle quickly aligned themselves in his mind. The stolen medicine, the changing shape of the girl's spell, the unusual hawk with the injured wing.. He knew little about shape shifters, but it seemed reasonable that an injury would remain on an individual, no matter what form they took. He strongly disliked the way the merchant girl was handling the situation, but he chose not to react; it was crude, but likely effective, as much as he hated to admit it. If her interrogation went any farther than empty threats, he would intervene, but for now he remained silent.<br/><br/>Judging by the hawk's reactions and overall demeanor, Caedrin was almost certain they had formed the correct hypothesis, and thus wasn't nearly as surprised as he normally would have been once the hawk turned into a human. His eyebrows rose as he realized it was a woman, of rather slim stature nonetheless; and though a wound was not visible now, the hawk form she had been in was obviously injured. It seemed this girl matched all the evidence they had of the thief; the only question remaining was if she had the stolen merchandise. This was a question that he would soon see resolved, though, if all went well.<br/><br/>Despite the fact that it almost never worked, he was obligated as a member of the royal army to attempt things diplomatically. He shot a quick warning glance at the merchant girl, before sighing and reciting the so-often-used sentence. "First off, allow me to apologize for my.. associate's.. behavior," he started, looking towards the hawk-girl. We've recently received complaints of thievery from a well-known businesswoman in this area, and an eyewitness has identified someone closely matching your appearance as the thief. Do you know anything about this, ma'am..?" The last sentence was delivered with an accusatory stare, showing that he had no doubt in his mind that she was the culprit.