Revenmar took the new idea in stride. It would be good to find the culprit and teach them a lesson about murder. He was however, slightly at a discomfort for leaving Emile's side but it was probably for the best. He knew his Lord would not like him fussing over his every step and following him to the ends of the earth and back. Sometimes, you just had to go your separate ways. 

With little more to say or do, he stood up, clutching the small carving knife in hand. It was a pretty knife, one that he would keep. As a sort of token, maybe? It was nice to have trophies and things that you could show off. The little knife wasn't really a trophy but it was a start. He placed it away and put on his helmet, instantly feeling better. He asked which way to the mess hall and then they were off.

Not too long later they arrived at said Mess Hall. Little more then a building with some long tables in the center for sitting. He was eyed almost immediately. Some with looks of wonder, and others with a sense bewilderment and still others, with indifference. 

He looked back at Effin.

[color=darkgray]"Where do we start?"[/color]