<div style="background-color:#3e3e36; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Seeing the elegant, but anonymous-looking, sheath and necklace placed before her, there was a flicker of recognition in Liv's mind. She recalled seeing a young girl in the market with her parents once a long time ago, almost a decade past. There had been nothing too special about her, except she'd had a romantic encounter with a nice young man that unfortunately ended rather quickly when her mother spotted her and scolded her for being distracted when there were bags to be carried. Was it the same girl? Was she still alive? Liv recalled that there had also been a sweep of bandit raids not too terribly long after that. It was entirely possible that the girl was long dead, and yet, the unusual name stuck in Liv's mind. She hadn't known or heard of anyone since of the same name.<br/><br/>"So you have a connection to the group yourself, sort of," Liv said. "Sounds like you've never met with any members of the Cloaks, though? Not counting Grandma Reed?"<br/><br/>She reached out and wrapped the necklace a few times around the sheath. "I'll be taking these for the moment," she stated flatly, not leaving any room for argument. "They were found on a dead woman. If anyone named Alivia shows up and asks for these, send her to us. I think we'd like to talk to her."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><br/><br/>Martin arched an eyebrow. ""Red Cloak business"? You're vigilantes at this point. You <span style="font-style: italic">have</span> no business. A murder was committed, and we're investigating it. If you're mad because you weren't smart enough to find him before us, well - tough luck, honey." Half a smirk spread across his face then. "I'm glad to see we agree, though - we have the right person, it seems."<br/><br/>He stood up from the chopping block and stretched his shoulders with a small groan of satisfaction. "I actually do not know who you are, though. Well, other than a Red Cloak. Mind putting a name to the face? Y'know, as long as we're just waiting here outside."</div></div>