Rising from her seat and letting out a deep breath of resignation through her nose, Anli follows Sergeant Wick out of his office and down the corridor, managing to give Bustol a weary smile as they pass him, despite the situation.  She crosses her arms as they descend a stairwell into the dungeons, immersed in the unanswered questions flitting through her mind.  Poisoned?  Anli grapples with the notion.  As far as she could tell, Varen was an old scribe who kept to himself and plied his trade honestly; she couldn't imagine anyone who might have wanted him dead.<br/><br/>When Wick opens the cell door and Anli peers inside, she remains still for a moment as the reality of the situation is laid bare before her.  She reflexively covers her lower face with her hand, only looking upon the body long enough to positively recognize it as belonging to her old guardian, before tearing her gaze away to stare at a stone in the wall somewhere.  Fighting to keep her composure, she shields her face from the Sergeant's view, and nods slowly.