The warden sighs and reaches up to undo the clasp of the cloak, folding it neatly and setting it on the bench next to her before resting her chin on the back of her interlaced fingers, elbows resting on the table.<br/><br/>"If you know who and what it is that I am, then you should also know that I may be able to help with whatever it is that's bothering you."  She smiles softly and tilts her head to one side, "then again, if its anything to do with everything else going on, perhaps I should just wait and...collect evidence."  Her voice was low, but the smile conveyed her meaning perfectly to the man.  "It would be greatly appreciated if you spoke now, though.  I would rather sort this mess out sooner rather than later, when there is blood.  Or, at least, more blood."