Deacon nods at the fidgeting woman.  "My thoughts exactly."  He tossed back the last of his wine and set the empty glass on the table.  "I need to see the wagon first, from that I might be able to guess more about the ambush itself and maybe a few clues as to the attackers."  He stands up and bows to the baron and ladies.  "By your leave."  With that he is gone out the door, swiftly moving through the hallways of the manor house and down to the courtyard.  He hangs his shirt over a convenient tree branch and crawls under the wagon, slowly inspecting it from bottom to top, inside and out.<br/><br/>Perception +11, check for clues.