Demetri followed along, all the way to the guardhouse, and into the captains office. There was no procedure here, and the Galtean knew it. In Galtea they would have already known that Varon couldn't have done it, and that Demetri and Elisa were the only two out of the group who would have had the time to do it, and a quick questioning would have told them that they had taken a stroll through the town. He sat down in the chair, his eyes focusing on the captain.<br/><br/><strong>"You say the only silver haired elf you know hasn't been here for two years, yet we seen one last night, hinting that something had happened to the head of the towns-meet. Pretty thing, smooth pale skin, sweet voice, seductive tone. Wore reddish brown leathers, nearly had my group wrapped around her finger, before she and spatted at one another."</strong>He said to the captain, wanting to know who this elf was if the man would speak on it. He sat rigid in his chair, his eyes narrowed, and unblinking at the captain.