"No clear motive—they're just someone who likes to disrupt other people," Donovan leaned back against the wall and let out a sigh.
Sir Leon de Harrington nodded, "My apologies then for having you talk to her. It seemed like she was fond of you and so I had to capitalize on that."
"Why don't we just ask Han? He talked with the Half Elf didn't he?"
His friend's words made him chuckle, "He cannot tell the truth from lies—whereas you can."
The Axe Wielder clasped his axe, the blade was glittering not out of enchantment but from dust, he frowned. "You'd think she'd lie?"