"So you tell me this now? Where was your voice that night? I thought they where nothing but some rowdy drunks."<br/>The Marshal turned his attention directly in an accusing manner. He had recalled the event but he did not follow it up since it was nothing out of the ordinary for a night at the saloon.<br/><br/>He stared at her for a few moments before he glanced away, taking a deep breath in the process. "Tell me what they looked like so I can keep an eye out for them. I ended up highly intoxicated that night and do not recall much after I retired for the night." Uther confessed, not going into detail what exactly had happened once he went upstairs but he could bet one could guess.