[i]Gybol eased up a bit, or just made it look like he was a bit more relaxed. He was ready to move the moment he needed if the old man wanted to try something foolish. Thankfully, he didn't. If anything he'd offer the guard a free lunch if things happened poorly on his end but he didn't quite believe things to be. As he listened, he definitely regarded the old man's belongings a bit more keenly. Not in the sense of a thief would eye a prize, but more of someone weary of the likely literal shitstorm that would occur if things did not play out to his favor. He exhales a bit[/i]

"There we go. You could have been far more polite and asked for some privacy, then asked the question. Do me a solid and keep your hands where I can see them and I'll be a bit more polite, hrm? No. I didn't kill him. I found it on a skeleton years old. I mean years. Moss growing on the bones. As for the where, I cannot say. It's my route and it's a trade secret. The materials I gather could put someone six feet under were they used poorly, if you catch my concerns. This trinket has not given off any sort of magical nature as far as I'm aware of, so whether or not this is actually what you think it is or some pauper's cheap trick that they died with, I cannot say."