Alarion
The tall knight smiles at the now-familiar berating. He shakes his head in amusement. Who would have thought I would be shouted at by a commoner thus? And that I would be amused? Morwyn's Mercy, but these so-called 'civilized' men have curious notions of behavior...
He walks up to the wheeled sleigh, clothes and cloak dripping mud and muck, with a skeleton in his arms. "Hail, master Ironshirt. I am afraid these are the remains of a ratcatcher hired by the owner of the feedstore, may Maal care for his soul. Murdered and defiled by the minions of that villain, Thornapple. Mayhap master Wheatstalk can inform us of his name, so that his next of kin can be notified, and his property returned to them." He gestures towards the silver-hilted dagger at his girdle. "We also found a book wherein the madman states his intentions, but most of his ramblings were unintelligible to me."