The peasant looks at you as if he has seen a ghost!.
"<Iolo>! This did appear from thin air! Help me!"*
You see a distraught peasant.
"Are you really the Avatar?"
<Petre> bows before you.
<Petre> looks confused.
"You should not make fun of me!"
He turns away.*
"What is it? Petre asks."
Look in the stables!
I will answer your questions, but first look in the stables!*
I am called Petre, the man sniffs.
I am the stables caretaker.
I have worked here for years.
I can sell you a nice horse and carriage if you do want one.
The animal and the carriage are located in a small shelter just outside the north gate of the town.
Right now the place gives me the creeps!
~~His eyes are wild with fright.
The Mayor did not let me clean in there until twenty four hours after you did leave Trinsic.
He thought we had to keep the place of the crime unsullied.
Well, if you do ask me, I can tell you that it still stinks like the end of the world in there!
I discovered poor <Christopher> and <Inamo> earlier this morning.
I did not touch a thing.
Made me sick, it did!
He made the shoes for mine horses.
He worked for very little money.
Did basic chores around the stables and the pub.
I let him sleep in the little back room.
He must have been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The horse and carriage combination sells for 60 gold.
Do you want a title?
Nothing like a little business transaction to take my mind off the ghavely scene in the stables.
Thine hands are too full to take the title!
You do not have enough gold to buy the title.
Some other time, then.
They doth lead out the back way, yes?
They must be the tracks of the murderer!
~~His eyes widen a bit more.~~
I do not want to join them, but they seem all right.
I do not know the man too well.
I have no dealings with him.
That be <Christopher's son>.
<Petre> ruffles the boy's hair.
"This here is <Christopher's son>.He's a good lad, is Spark, when he's not pilfering things from honest shopkeepers."
Goodbye, the man sniffs.*