"How about we just take a peek to see what's inside and then we deliver the package? You don't want a guilty conscience do you?" Aurion replied rather quickly. It wasn't that he didn't want Draco to receive payment, but this whole operation seemed rather odd and suspicious. Questioned danced around in his head as he walked alongside Draco and Mira. Questions like the strange woman. Who was she? Perhaps she was nervous like Draco said, but what about? And why did she try to keep herself hidden and disguise herself--even her voice? Why couldn't she deliver the package in person? What kind of package is this?<br/>Each new question only lead to another with no answers to be found. There was so little that he knew. What frightened him most was being caught with this unknown object. He was in enough trouble as it was being an exile and forbidden to step foot in this place, but to be caught with something that could cause harm. . . on his first arrival here. . . it wouldn't matter what he told them. He had a motive to hurt someone. They only trusted their eyes. Only chose to believe what could be seen and touched. What was he suppose to say. A strange lady with no name gave it to him? Who would believe that? Even if they did they would never be able to frame her, the information was too vague. A cold case. All evidence pointed to him.