<strong>"Yes, he was stabbed",</strong>Anselm nodded. "Might be a tooth...but it's not, because in that place, there should be other teeth as well. The stabs are out of place, though. And in what concerns the claw marks, yes, they are definitely claw marks - all parallel, no deviation, and so on. But it makes sense to be one or the other, no?"<br/><br/>Marc looked at Lisa and nodded.<strong><br/>"Ah yes, we are in a tavern. Paco, if you will...?"</strong><br/>Paco poured them all Mountain Dew without a word more.<br/><strong>"Well, the cider is set",</strong>Marc commented.<strong>"Now, if you're going to ask for food, too...we may order another pizza, or take a break to prepare something healthier on our own. But fair warning, none of these two is any good cooking, and I can only wash and slice veggies. So unless you're better at cooking, it shall be a pizza".</strong><br/><br/>Then he assumed the secure, low voice of Elder Anselm again, looking at Lisa.<br/><strong>"Hurt you? Her husband is the reeve. Unless you're planning something against the village, he's not going to do anything against you! No, the thing acting with possible helpers is what worries me most!"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"At about that point, a fair-haired, middle-aged man dressed in more expensive cloth enters the room, followed by Fara. He bows to Elder Anselm and turns towards you. 'I am Reeve Tomas, and I'm told you came to help. Old Hanselm, pour them a mug o' ale each!'",</strong>he orders.<br/><strong>"They haven't paid a single penny yet!",</strong>the bartender complains bitterly, while pouring them.<br/><strong>"It's from the community fund",</strong>Tomas cut him short, and turns towards you.<strong><br/>"Let's sit further from the bar, and talk. There's nobody else here, anyway, and I'd like to hear what you think about this affair!"</strong>