Sheriff Hemlock answers Sivan. "Father Tobyn's ward? Her remains were too charred to merit burning. We cremated what of her we could find from her quarters and sprinkled the ashes." The sheriff looks at Sivan, frowning, but says nothing more.
When everyone has left his office, the sheriff quietly closes the door. Downstairs at the main desk, a brisk young man in a clean uniform greets those returning from their morning meeting with the sheriff and the mayor. "Sheriff's none too well known for his larder. If your breakfast wasn't filling enough, there's good eats at the chow hall--just there, in that outbuilding. Might be a few scraps left, even at this late hour." The young man winks and points to a single-story wooden building behind and to the right of the garrison.
