Maria cocked her head to the side as the man claimed the death of one of her fellows. The 33rd had swam from SNS Roumont that day, which meant... another company had been here. Her own name was clear, but if what the man said was true then someone else's was not. That was the worst news she could be given, because it meant they could be confronting another scout company with charges of treason, and that was not a confrontation either side was walking away from unbloodied. Her thoughts snapped back to the Guildmaster as he posed his next question. If only she really did have Bard II's approval, she wouldn't be roaming the streets at night. A tired laugh escaped her mouth as she contemplated finally having an operation under foreign sanction. As a matter of fact, she was perfectly happy to discuss what she was doing in Mullen. "I'm looking for a tavern. Four people died in the one I was staying in, that's not good for me. So I came here to solve my problems. Actually, my problems are with him," she indicated, with a nod of her head, the thug she'd earlier encountered at the Crossroads. "But, you can step in if you want." Pausing for a moment of composure, the captain straightened herself in the chair. Her patience was just about gone, she'd left her cloak with a stranger and there was a lot of sleeping she was missing out on being here. Her voice lowered, and she began her tirade. "Here's the easy way, listen to me. Clean up your mess, and I will leave you, disappear into the night and begone. No harm done to any one of your 'boys'. I'll tell you how to do it and lend a hand." She smiled brightly up at her interrogator, locating him between wine-clotted clumps of her hair. "I am a killer, I deny the ignoble and contemptuous nature of my existence through restraint. I dedicate myself to the preservation of life through the one thing I can do: violence. Help me. Ignore me, pretend none of this happened. Do either, do not get in my way."