Daria nodded along, as "Anselm" gave his impression of the wounds on the tinker.  She felt rather pleased with herself, actually, having guessed much the same.  Maybe she had a knack for this game!<br/><br/>She raised her filled cup toward Paco, figuring the bartender or server he was portraying presumably needed acknowledgement:<strong>"Thanks."</strong><br/><br/>Then she glanced at Lisa, before rising and turning to look around at the three guys.<strong>"I don't need anything, but if anyone else would like something, I could do something simple and quick."</strong>She wasn't much of a cook either, though she could hold her own in the kitchen when necessary... better than the guys, certainly.  And it gave her a chance to contribute something, so she was happy enough to ask if there were any preferences, and see what she could do with them.<br/><br/><br/>At the Reeve's introduction, still standing, she hesitated, then bowed toward Marc.<strong>"Sir... Reeve.  Thank you for seeing us.  Gwyn."</strong>She indicated herself, then quickly pointed to each of the others, giving their names.  She paused, then sat again.<strong>"We have come from the Baron, who... is obviously dissatisfied with Sir Padrin's work, here.  And clearly there is reason for that."</strong>At thinking of the huntsman again, a noble, she had a moment's interruption by a different thought: the cleric had talked of recent takeover of this area by some sort of horselords.  Was the Baron one of the invaders, and Sir Padrin one of the locals?  It would explain the harsh treatment, perhaps.  But there didn't seem to be any point to ask about that now.<br/><br/><strong>"Obviously it's strange for creatures to attack grown men, armed men who can defend themselves, like the Balliff.  And Sir Padrin described the wolves he killed as starving, a pitiful group... which could drive an animal to such extremes, but obviously they were not the culprits, or not the only ones.  So maybe, instead, they were victims too... a more dangerous creature was keeping them at bay, eating whatever prey they would normally find."</strong>She took a breath... that had just occurred to her as she started speaking, but she liked it.<br/><br/><strong>"And for the tinker to have marks of both beast and man in his wounds... someone has a very dangerous pet, I would think.  They are using it to prey on people near Kensla - the merchant's wares were missing, as was is horse.  Or mule, rather.  Perhaps they are deliberately targeting this place?  Or perhaps they have just found it an easy target so far.  But this creature... and the person or people with it... they must live somewhere.  Perhaps if we can find that, we can stop the attacks for good.  Oh.  Except, Elder, that you said the tracks around the Balliff were wolf-tracks.  But... but they could have scavenged the body, without having killed him, yes?  The tinker was obviously attacked by a non-wolf creature, and he was not eaten or... or badly disturbed.  So maybe the Balliff was killed by the same thing, with a person or two involved, and his body ... well, torn at afterwards by wolves.  Another group of wolves, apparently."</strong><br/><br/>Since Padrin had already killed his wolves, this did point to yet another group of wolves.  But... without a larger beast, and whatever human intervention was goading it into these attacks, she didn't think the wolves were a problem.  They would leave people mostly alone if they could, as others had said.