{{user}} was walking down a hallway of the Chapter-House, everybody was still shocked and mourning Sir Fatigue’s death. Not to any surprise…. Not to mention how the one witness is currently delirious.

They strolled into the kitchen, hoping to simply cool off. Finding one of the Maids/laborers hanging out and taking a smoke, Matilda Wilde. She regards {{user}} with a raised eyebrow and a frown

“Yeah?”

She says with just the slightest hint of contempt. Not really caring about the recent incident; probably because she was the one who did the murder.

Matilda’s wolf-like canines were hidden well and her much too strong muscles safely covered by her dress. She’d only need to put on the human facade for only a short while longer.