<strong>"Oh, of course, of course."</strong>Gwyn was reassuring to the acolyte, or trying to be.  She had taken a moment to catch on that the acolyte really had been talking of the balliff... and she was entirely mystified by the hang gesture until Josh volunteered his superior knowledge on such things.<br/><br/>She paused, as Marc introduced the priest.<strong>"Umm... while we're waiting for him in the sanctum, I'd say to the others: it seems this beast or beasts is, or are, content to kill men out alone.   No witnesses again, alas.  That makes it more difficult."</strong>She looked over to Marc.<strong>"Is it OK to do that, to go backwards a little?  It didn't seem... like it would matter."</strong><br/><br/><br/>Then she put her drink down, and bowed in her seat, a little.<strong>"Thank you for seeing us, Elder.  We are here to try to help with the ... beasts giving trouble to Kensla.  But I'm afraid your acolyte was a little uncomfortable talking of such things.  We... found a dead man on the road here, a merchant.  We thought, since you take care of the dead, you might... have insight into what sort of beasts might be causing the injuries you see.  Although..."</strong>she grimaced.<strong>"...it doesn't sound like the Balliff suffered ordinary injuries."</strong>