It looked like everything was settled down. The guard getting convinced by everyone's side of the story he grunted and walked away, warning them he was keeping an eye on them.<br/>Relieved that no one of the innocent ones here got punished wrongly, Lennart took a deep breath and sighted in relief. It seemed everyone recovered well from the event. Looking at the priestess and rogue walking from the crime scene, he noticed a third person who seemed to stand slightly behind the two. He took it these were a traveling band of adventurers. The armored lady surely must be the front-line vanguard of the team. As he himself was a fellow warrior, he knew good craftsmanship when he saw it.<br/>Before she had a chance to get moving with the other two, Lennart hawked to clear his throat. Making a light bow with his chest and neck to the lady. His voice was deep, gentle and raspy.<br/><span style="color: darkslategray">"Acquaintances of yours, I take it? Do they generally get in these kind of problems?"</span><br/><br/>Lennart had already done  his daily auctioning, so there was nothing more planned for him to do today. He might as well start socializing with the locals.<br/>He then paid attention to the shattered ice blocks close to this lady, looking down at it for a quick second before setting his eyes on the undead woman. Poor weather conditions, maybe?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>