<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/79/83/6f/79836f4a37fcc7b8351d9b9e8a6835e1.jpg)</div>The red-head took another drink and contemplated Lisa while she worked out her own character's religious persuasion.  It was interesting that the other girl had no religion of her own... not that Daria was a believer in anything but name; her mother went to church for the big holidays, and if she was home for them, Daria would probably go along again.  She liked the music well enough, and found the whole thing pretty soothing, even if she didn't really think deeply about any of it.<br/><br/>Obviously Lisa was waiting for some solid answers for their quest - and it sounded like this Reeve might have some.  Anselm obviously had more thoughts he wasn't sharing just yet too - presumably the wounds in the tinker's front were produced by a person, by a weapon - at least, that was her guess.  And "not tooth nor claw" fit.<br/><br/>Marc, as Elder, was used to giving orders, obviously, but of course they would follow Anselm.  He went through other voices but none of them were the Reeve yet.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't understand why the tinker was hit in both front and back, Elder.  It was as if he was stabbed in front, suggesting the actions of me - especially as his wares were mostly missing.  But from behind - was that a large claw?"</strong>