<strong>"Not from wolves?",</strong>the Elder repeats. Then he heads for the body.<br/>The observation doesn't last long. He rose, and looked Gwyn.<br/><strong>"I'm more used to healing wounds than to inflicting them, but the wounds in front are indeed not inflicted by tooth nor claw",</strong>Anselm confirmed.<strong>"That makes it even more urgent to meet the Reeve, then. Norwold, wrap the body and keep watch over it! You all, follow me..."</strong><br/><br/>He leads them to the open air tavern named "The Broken Keg". There, the Old Hanwald, who was standing by himself, looks at Elder Anselm's somber face, and yells for someone named Fara.<br/>An woman comes out of a house that look a lot like a tollbooth, greets you politely and even curtsies.<br/><strong>"I'll go call my husband this instance", </strong>she promises, before leaving at once.<br/><strong>"It's bad...",</strong>Elder Anselm mutters to nobody in particular.