<strong>Dahlia</strong><br/><br/>Dahlia finally spoke up, having kept quiet while she tried to figure her place in things. She was almost a brigand in her actions, only in the last few years having moved to more legal method's of violence. She was more of a merchant now than a scoundrel. Her skill was in alchemy and gunsmithing. The sorceress brought the Art to the table, the warrior's gifts were clear, and even the cheerful girl could track.<br/><br/>Despite her mercenary streak though, she had an innate sense of justice. Not much respect for laws per se, but she knew the crown returning meant bad things for folk. She flicked her tail back and forth before using it to pick up the goblet. Taking the goblet from her tail she sipped it and thoughtfully considered things before speaking.<br/><br/>"Poisons, I know. Don't particularly like them.. they are more my grand-grandmother's thing but that bit of history is neither here nor their. I can sample arrow, see if it was something special or hard to find. That might clue us into the killer."  She felt a bit saddened at the loss of the crown prince, to die so early was a crime in her eyes. She understood the nobility's attitude to reviving the dead, but to lose a child so early in his life wasn't the same as a natural death in the course of a natural span of life. Of course her own family cared not at all for her attitudes or opinions. "I would suggest as well that we examine the carriage and the ambush site, it would tell us how much planning into things. My apologies for not saying something before, but I find it.. prudent to lurk, listen and consider before drawing attention to myself."