Lazaret:
"Thank you, my friend. Let me know if I am getting this right:
"Someone, the hooded man?, escaped from the jail via the chimney. He then came back and climbed down before escaping again the next day?"
"Mrawk," replies Mrawk, clapping his hands in the affirmative.
Lazaret:
"If what the raven and the raven man have to say, caw, or pantomime is right, then the hooded man is our murderer! He was trying to take revenge on us by making it look like Thorfire was the killer.
"It was a setup," Tyus adds excitedly.
"You knew the location of his secret cave, so he needed you out of the way."
"And we fell for it," the mayor concedes with a shake of his head.
Lazaret:
"Blackwing, if that is your name, do you know where the hooded man went?"
"And Dev, what kind of magic potion was it?"
The raven flaps his wings from atop the chimney and caws. Mrawk nods, then caws himself and points to the north. Straight up the northern road from which they came a couple days earlier.
The answer to the final question is more difficult to get. The crazy halfling explains that while he can determine the exact nature of the potion, the material cost is significant. He fishes out a small pouch and from it a beautiful pearl.
"Wi-will n-ne-ne-need this," he stammers.
"A hu-hu-hundred gold."
"A hundred gold?" the mayor protests.
"That's outrageous!"
The wizard only shrugs his shoulders as if to say
take it or leave it.