Bobo looked over at Way and Dar'Adhba then adjusted his spectacles on the outside of his head sack.

"The chances of being kidnapped by a stranger are approximately 1 in 610,000." He spoke, with a furrowed brow hidden from view.

He put down his book, [i]Of Crossed Daggers[/i], one of his favorites. It tells the tale of how Riften fell from it's grace, or power. He stood, clumsily, tripping on his sack on the floor. As he knelt down onto the floor to straighten up his things, he looked at Aela and said,

"I concur with Way. The Harbinger was almost definitely attacked by one whom he trusts. Of course, nothing is impossible, just improbable. So, it could have been a surprise attack when he least expected it..." He sat back down silent for a moment, thinking hard. He murmured quietly, "Yes, yes, no... maybe... wha... n..." He popped his head back up and looked right at Aela,"It is entirely essential that we know about what was left behind."

Like the others, Bobo wan- no, NEEDED to know what clues and signs were at the scene of the crime.