Wolf jumped as he heard a knock at the door. Slowly pushing the<br/>blanket aside, he would clumsily walk his front door. He thought for<br/>a moment about standing his ground but all the pathways he<br/>thought up came to dead ends. He would pull open the door and<br/>stand in front of the two Woodsmen. "What can I help you with?"<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;">A slightly disheveled man opened the door, looking like<br/>he'd just rolled out of bed. Martin cleared his throat.<br/><br/>"You 'Wolf', the fur trader?"</div><br/><br/>The male took a moment to register that the question was directed<br/>at him. He was sober, he was just still off put about what he had<br/>witnessed the night before and that the Woodsmen had traveled<br/>all this way to his home. "I am... Marcus Wolf.. the fur trader." He<br/>said as if he had trouble remembering his identity.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;">The Woodsmen shared a look. <br/><br/>"We're investigating a murder," said Liv, looking<br/>directly into Marcus' eyes. "Mind if we come in?"<br/><br/>"Actually, you go in," said Martin. "I'm gonna take a<br/>walk around the house."<br/><br/>Liv nodded and returned her gray gaze to Marcus.<br/>"Mind if I come in?"</div><br/><br/>Marcus watched the two as they interacted, not saying much when<br/>they brought up the murder and not when the man had mention<br/>looking around the outside of his house. He didn't really have<br/>anything to hide and he knew if he rejected their advances he<br/>would be held under suspicion.<br/><br/>"I certainly don't mind..." He started before stepping out of the<br/>way and gestured for her to enter. "Please come in."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;">"Thank you," she replied neutrally, stepping<br/>around Marcus and into the small cabin. Out of<br/>the corner of her eye, Liv saw Martin give her a<br/>nod and begin his little walk around the building.<br/><br/>"Like I said, we're looking for a killer," Liv began,<br/>having made herself comfortable in a wooden<br/>chair without invitation. The wooden handle of<br/>the axe hanging from her belt tapped against the<br/>side of the seat. "Can you tell me about last<br/>night? Where were you, what were you doing,<br/>did you see anything?"</div><br/><br/>Warm Dark-Brown eyes followed the female when she walked<br/>into his house. Quickly his eyes darted to the other male who<br/>started on his stroll. He blinked at his absent-minded thoughts.<br/>He closed the door so it was open just a crack before he turned<br/>to walk towards the other Woodsmen so he could take a seat<br/>on his small cotton couch.<br/><br/>He averted his eyes from her as she spoke about the murder…<br/>or looking for the murderer. He rather not remember that –<br/>having someone die right in front of him.<br/><br/>“Well… last night... I was at the local tavern… well the one I<br/>frequent in Swindon.” He clasped his hands together, his elbows<br/>resting on his knees as he hunched over slightly. “I had made a<br/>big sell of fur that day and wanted to celebrate. It’s something I<br/>do every 2 to 3 weeks after I am paid from my fur trades..”<br/><br/>He paused for a long moment then glanced over to the door of<br/>his room. He started to speak again, a hint of sorrow hidden in<br/>his voice. “I had stumbled out of the tavern and I heard sounds.<br/>The clank of metal and heavy breathing, grunting. It sounded<br/>like a fight or a struggle…. I went into the alley way and found a<br/>man holding an axe and there was a lady. I attempt to… break it<br/>up. But the man got away. I… let him get away.” Marcus’s fist<br/>tighten, making some of his bones pop from the pressure. “The<br/>lady gave me a knife… and a necklace. Spoke of someone<br/>named…. Oliva.. Alivia…. But she died. I freaked out and started<br/>to yell at her. I wanted her to hold on so I could get help. But<br/>she died. I panicked when people started to show up. So I ran…"<br/>There was a moment of silence from the man as he pushed his<br/>head into his hands. He was so frustrated with himself. "I should<br/>have stayed and asked for help...”