"Strawman, a big bumpkin, and thresher. If it was something more dangerous seeming than goblins i'd claim they were stealing ingredients to make some weird golem or such." He shook his head. "Scrap from the blacksmith, that doesn't make sense to me though. But lips sewn shut, and stealing things like that, it does sound like someone is pulling the strings, and your superiors act that way too." He shook his head.<br/><br/>"Well, I reckon I might have to stop by the church at some point. Afterall, a man who visits a brothel might feel a pang of guilt later, and after such a visit to the church, a walk around hallowed ground like a church graveyard sounds like a way to think and repent, while contemplating what happens to one's immortal soul... if, say, this guilt-ridden man saw a chance to prevent graverobbers from desecrating a grave, what better opportunity does one need in order to move in to stop such activity, both for decency and to clear his conscience?"<br/><br/>Smiling to her he bowed and kissed her hand, stroking it as he looked at the tattoo on her arm, thinking over it a moment. "I'll see if I can find out something then, and when all is done and over, I am sure the captain of the guard wants to hear what a stranger was doing in a graveyard in the first place, eh?"