Richard left for the party late, for it had completely slipped his mind, which was uncharacteristic for him. He had had a long day at the Creaky Stool - he had even gotten caught in the crossfire of a fistfight. He rubbed the bruise on his forehead as he remembered. Hopefully nobody would be as drunk as they were earlier. As he walked up to the magistrates house, he noticed a carriage drop a woman off across the bridge. He figured it was the investigator the magistrate had sent for, for she was to arrive today. He gave her a quick wave hello, and then headed inside. He removed his hat and jacket, and began filling wine glasses.<br/><br/>Sent from my Z796C using Tapatalk