Re: II - The Manor
Quin raises his eyebrows at the sudden volume, but lets the other knight think, since aloud seems to be the way he does that. "Ah? She should be easy enough to round up at her parents' house...to question, at least. No-one had any idea why she did it?"
"Our fellow wasn't a child, but I doubt he'd have made much progress on a beard if he tried. As for the victim, I wasn't in a spot to see if he struck the bridge on the way down at all, but they say even suicides struggle by instinct when they start to drown, and the man neither moved nor cried out in the water." His brows twitch into a frown. "Not that there would be much I could do about it, being in full kit, but I would hope anyone lower down that saw him go in would have moved out to help if he was breathing. Henri, did you see anything more than I did?"
Looking back at the older man, Quin realises Johann is a stranger to him. "Oh -" he backs up a step from walled shade to sunshine, indicating one knight to the other, "Johann von Fulda, this is Henri de Lyon, lord-consort of Levanlet. Henri, Johann is a pilgrim knight from-" Quin's knowledge of geography falters and he grins sheepishly at his own ignorance, "-the west Roman lands. North somewhere?"