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	𝓕innegan made a small hum of a thought, drawing his attention away from Lady Alyssana's moving physique  taking towards what she was saying. There was more of a thought for him to try to recall the best smells of Lady Alyssana as she made her distinctions over the letter, “Perhaps, the murderer is not very shy at all. Most certainly, he is using petty poetry to entice his opponents into finding him. He must be bored...” His eyes adverted away from Lady Alyssana. He studied the window and the view outside.

	There was still light out, and the steam powered city still seemed to be at a lucrative pace as far as his eyes could venture, “Moon is vague for a location, which could all the more give the murderer a shyer disposition, but I have not the time to go down that venue. Let us stay straight on yours. I happen to wonder if it is something about the night or --,” he looked back to her with shining eyes and a small smile under his carefully mustache. There was still a weakness from his recovery, but he knew well this might have been something, "Do you think the murders have to do with the moon phases?”