Shay didn't know she would receive such a...variety of accounts. And a whole sack of ridiculous rumor and urban myth. She could only stare in disbelief each time someone told her their own version of the story and details about the maid herself. This was why it was so easy to lie to people: they were so willing to believe the most absurd things! Though...there was an account that caught her attention. The number fifty, while not precisely the amount she took, was still rather specific. Why did the paladin say that everything had been cleaned out? Had Jasmine been mistaken? Or had she been exaggerating? Those accounts that specified the number had to be truth...which made Shay the reason why the maid was likely facing torture.<br/><br/>Well...that means she had to set things right. She didn't like the idea of having the girl's likely ill fate hanging over her head.  And she had an idea of how to do that. Shay was going to play up the doubt angle. What if the combination for the safe actually made it into the rumor mill? If people were starting to say that the whole safe had been stolen after hearing her, what more would be they be willing to parrot back? And if the exact combination made it into the public knowledge, that would create doubt. She decided to move on to other crowds and ask them about the incident. Except she would add that she heard from someone that they had heard the combination of the safe. There was no guarantee that the numbers would remain the same after so many retelling, but maybe one line of story would remain pure. "Well, some people told me that they overheard the combination of the safe. The innkeeper wasn't exactly discreet in saying the combination was six, zero, eight to the maid, I hear. Who knows who else heard it?"<br/><br/>Shay would make herself scarce after dropping that line a few times. She made her way back to the paladin's rest and decide to wait it out. If the rumor mill spread the fire as quickly as it had already done, then hopefully her version would be just as popular of a myth. She hoped. She would need the ammunition to approach the inn's owner. Shay grab a seat in the inn's tavern, pay for a meal, and listen to the whispers around her, hoping for something. If nothing came of her waiting, she would try and ask the lad behind the counter, or someone else, where she might find the inn's owner...because quite the rumor has been spreading about the combination of the safe.