She raises a brow at you, curious at your change in behavior, but nonetheless, she begins to speak.<br/><br/>"The Lord was found just off of a main street, apparently coming back last night on his way from the Dawndancer Hall, the Sunite Temple.  He was found with his throat ripped out, like an animal tore his throat out, though we knew it to be a lycan in hybrid form, given the bloody hand prints and five-fingered claw marks also present on his body." she began, her face and voice far more strong and authoritative once more "When we contacted the widow, asking if he had any one either capable of, or desiring to, end him, with access to a lycanthrope hunter, assassin, or the like, she<em>immediately</em>gave us your name, claiming that you were a weretiger, which one of her servants was able to support, stating you told him or her such after you'd lain with them, though I don't know off-hand if it was a man or woman who made that claim."<br/><br/>Adjusting her seating, apparently her knees not liking the position, she then continues her speech.<br/><br/>"Asking around the area of the murder, a number of people informed us that they had heard 'sounds of a beast' that night, and ones closer to the murder thought they heard the 'roar of an animal' outside their door, further supporting the idea that this was a lycanthropes doing.  As you were the only one we knew of, we looked into your background with the Trade Merchant Group's Coordinator, Lars.  He was able to also verify you as being a lycanthrope, though he apparently didn't give the information up without being threatened with 'impeding justice' by one of my more... zealous Sisters, and we discovered that your next caravan trip, expected to leave in three to five days from now, was going to be one of Lord Calistrom's shipments, which he was apparently raising a bit of a fuss over, as it seemed that a number of his crates had disappeared a few nights ago from their storehouse, and the only ones to know where it was locate would be Lars, the Lord, perhaps his wife, and a few of the older scouts... including you."<br/><br/>She sighed, taking a deep breath and then looking back into your eyes.<br/><br/>"Further, it seems nobody is able to verify you location at any of the times when the theft of the crates and the murder could have taken place, though your innkeeper says you were 'in your room' the whole time, but nobody actually<em>saw</em>you in there, not went to check to see if you were.  Because of the possible connection to both the theft and the Lord, your status as a lycanthrope, your skillset as a scout with 'other talents', and the fact that nobody could verify your location firsthand... you were the prime candidate for the murderer, as well as the thief, though we can only arrest you on suspicion of murder with the evidence we have."<br/><br/>She sighs, leaning forward and resting her head against the metal of the bars, sounding quite tired.<br/><br/>"When I say it that way, it doesn't sound all that good of an argument, I know... but it was considered sufficient by the Captain of the Guard, and thus I did my job and brought you in." she finishes, still leaning her forehead against the bars "That's the story, it would seem..."