Torm withstood the barrage of banter like a stone hit by crashing waves. He had to admit they got clever with a few here or there, but the information was what he really listened to. The religious turmoil he saw was strange, but he wasn't used to Altdorf. It was probably naive to think it wasn't too farfetched, but when you were used to have slathering beastmen bearing down on you, a wild crowd wasn't a large obstacle to overcome. 

"What makes you think this is being orchestrated?" Torm asked, glancing at Hannah. The woman was fun, at first glance. He just needed to make sure he kept a cool head or there might be another controversy for the wolves. He wondered what exactly she had done, that Koneig referenced, but he wasn't going to pry. 

"Not orchestrated, lad." Koneig corrected, waving his hands gently in a theatrical fashion Torm needed to get used to. "Merely bein' pushed into what was already about to roll downhill, catch me drift? And how I came by that information is me own business, but let's say I've got lil birdies all across the city, ay? Birdies that need to stay at their posts and can't go scroungin' around like you lot. A few of me birds here or there have seen the same fellas at different spots, disappearin' and reappearin' to vandalize both the sigmarite and ulrican statues, fer starters. And that's just the tip o' the iceberg." 

"If I'm doing this, I'm taking my hammer." The Knight declared. Koneig didn't look like he wanted to argue the point. 

"By all means, son. I just din't want ye to waltz in here drawrin' too mean gazes. Out there? It's all you two." He said, indicating the two of them like they were old chums. Behind Koneig, the waitress reappeared and refilled their glasses, putting down another bottle, asking Torm if he wanted anything. The knight shook his head. He wanted a drink, but he needed to focus. Once she waltzed off, he continued.

"Any leads then?" Torm asked, and Koneig put a finger to his lips. 

"Go' an address fer ye, or at least a street name. I wrote it down and gave it to our very own Hannah, seein' as she's an educated gurl." He remarked with a wink. "And you two start once we finish these drinks. Oh an, you get a few krowns courtesy of the city guard for damages and rooms if ye need them, the money of which I'll give to the one of yous I can trust." He promptly plopped a coinpurse in front of Torm. "Don't go back to the Chapter house unless you need to. You might be a white wolf, but we want as few strings attached as possible, hear?"