Zamie was the first to pipe up, folding her arms and arching her brow as she begins "What makes you think that? It could have been some random patron or someone out to get him. What would any of us in the Cirque gain from that fat bastard dyin'?" She huffed, taking her hat and lifting it off her curly locks, hugging it to her belly. "I feel sorry for the guy, I really do. But I doubt any of use could have done it without making a spectacle of the thing."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>