Wallace shrugged at Gareth's question, but knew better than to leave his explanation at that. "No, the Order tends to keep their distance from people like me. As the lauded heroes and thwarters of many assassination plots, they are afforded certain respect and I'm sure their integrity is part of their success. I'm sure you've been made familiar with how they handle investigations of the Order themselves. That said, to my memory one Sir Jason Hoyt is the current postmaster. Finding him would be a start." The look he'd been reminded him of a man best identified by a pout face. The red headed blue tie was still out there somewhere, probably doing what he'd been told to do. It was ironic that the Order was proving more of a worry than any of the usual suspects. There would still be the public response once the news of the Billfold spread, he himself had partially seen to that by bringing it up as evidence. He was getting distracted again. "Shall we?" He asked, standing away from the table. Secrecy or no they chose to make their home the Tower of the Thistle, with any luck it was as simple as a visit from the regent. Whether or not the man had handled the parcel would make much more clear about the nature of their killer.