Quentan sips at a mug of some dark liquid as he listens, not saying very much as the information is laid out until everything is said, "Tis mure likily ta me way o' thinkin' tha' th' spiritsj be stirred up an' sumthin' changed 'n th' prison... Theys nay livin' but they's may be influencin' thin's... Why ye think ah ghost, even' ah bad'un, be writin' th' name o' a dead woman ta kill?" he asked the sherriff  and drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair, "Haf ye seen anythin' else ta be wary o'?"<br/><br/>Helooked at Noki, "Thare be th' thin's we haf no', I be thinkin' tha ah trip ta th' prison may be soon'r than we be thinkin'."