[center][h1][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5157586][color=MediumAquamarine]Arin von Astastel[/color][/url][/h1][/center]
It took a little while for Arin to realize that Elra had no intention of explaining the situation herself. Arin let out a sigh before kneeling to pick up the lock pick. “[color=MediumAquamarine]I arrived after the ruckus so you will have to ask Ms. Silverfang for the details yourself,[/color]” He made a hand gesture towards the wolf and briefly glanced at Elra when he mentioned her. Only then he noticed the cut that he could only assume was made by the dead man. “[color=MediumAquamarine]However, if I were to surmise, Ms. Silverfang thought this man was intending to break into one of our companion’s rooms,[/color]” he showed Ernestus the pick lock and tossed it to him, “[color=MediumAquamarine]so she took it upon herself to attack the man.[/color]” Arin looked back at Elra to check the wound more closely, careful not to touch her now that he knew the wolf was a person. “[color=MediumAquamarine]Though we will not know what his intention was now that he is dead.[/color]” His tone was that of a mother scolding her misbehaving child, “[color=MediumAquamarine]I doubt he had anything to do with the thefts at the castle, but if he did, we just lost a source of information.[/color]”

Arin stood up, “[color=MediumAquamarine]Now then, if one of you could report this to the innkeeper before she finds out the hard way, it would be much appreciated. I must return to my work.[/color]” The elf turned on his heel, then paused. “[color=MediumAquamarine]As for the knife wound, Ms. Silverfang, it is minor so there is nothing to be worried about… but if you cannot heal it yourself or no one can assist you with healing magic, you are welcome to use one of my healing potions or poultices.[/color]” He bowed his head slightly at the two, “[color=MediumAquamarine]Good night.[/color]”

Arin returned to the kitchen to prepare some extra healing items. It was extra work that he didn’t think he’d be doing that evening ---or early morning, he lost track of time---, but if tonight was any indication, he had a feeling that this party was going to need a lot more than he premade. He was also going to have to acquire some more ingredients in the morning.

[color=MediumAquamarine][i]There is no rest for the wicked.[/i][/color]