"Bah!" Quentan muttered with a scowl, "If'n he believed there be any danger ta his child, do ye thin' tha' he wud o' left et here wit' her? Much less, keep et here fer ah month mur if'n he thought et wud be ah danger ta her still?" He waved his hands dismissively, "Tis likely ah box o' books wit' only ill knowledge ta be had an' lil' mur. Ye haf nay need ta see boogymen whar nay exist."<br/><br/>He drained the second tankard of dark ale and put it down on the table, "Th' danger is mur ta town who' didnay like those we see taday. Tis nay th' first time ah greavin' child be tak'n fer th' supposed sins o' the da... humans!" he finished and stomped over to the barrel again with his tankard. "Ye nay haf ta borro' mur trouble than ye gots aleady."