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Barty gave Connie a flat look of annoyance, paired with a playful smile at her sarcastic commentary. [color=8a9a5b]”I did say that I could aid you in both information gathering [i]and[/i] locating the head itself. Not my fault those two decided they had better things to do than to give you succor. But it appears to me you’ve already asked one of the better people to help you once we find the head.”[/color] He looked over towards Finley, blowing them a kiss before taking a sip of his stout and placing it down. [color=8a9a5b]” Fin my dear, I would like it if we could get a bit more information than simply is this pacochito or not. I want to know what happened, how, and if possible…why. While you’re aiding my dear Connie ofcourse.”[/color] Barty played around with his food a little as he spoke, half distracted as he thought about all the reasons as to why this may have happened. Between the three magpies and this disembodied head, he’d hate to find out that there was a hunter amongst them that was taking down witches without others notice. He took a bite from the food, contemplating as he chewed before he finally looked up at Connie. 

[color=8a9a5b]”Fine. I can help to locate the head, finding its trail should be easy work, and hopefully we can get some information before others tamper or ruin the scene.”[/color] Barty finished off his meal, hating that he needed to rush the end of it instead of indulging for a little while longer. It was fine, even if he didn’t gain a favour from Connie, this aid would at least give him and NIcky some answers that they desperately needed right now. [color=8a9a5b]”Besides, if I help you clear your mind of this question, perhaps then you’ll be more inclined to actually work on our Mystery that we are supposed to be solving.”[/color] Barty stood from his seat, stretching lazily as if bored with the nights activities before looking at the merry band of adventurers that wanted to go questing for the head. [color=8a9a5b]”Shall we?”[/color] 

Frankie nodded, standing up as well as he looked towards Connie. He wasn’t sure why Cal wasn’t joining them, after all he had started to ask about the head himself. But one didn’t question the mannerisms and was of witches and warlocks, especially those that were constantly in pursuit of knowledge the way Cal was. He’d get the information one way or another.