"Let's see, so we've got a mangled butler, and impaled maid, that poor gentleman torn in two upstairs, and a woman's wedding ring, but no woman to go with it... Devinihm, dearie?," Auntie Mab turns to the Wilden, grabbing his attention with a tap on the shoulder, "Did that poor man upstairs have a ring on his finger? If so, I wonder where his wife is. Did one of the bazzlebaums take its revenge upon her as well? Or maybe they were estranged, and maybe she knows something about the beasts and why they were after her husband and poor Mr. Dartanian."
"Or maybe this is someone else's ring entirely, in which case why did that gentleman have it hidden away in his desk?..." frustrated by an abundance of questions and a dearth of answers, Auntie Mab pockets the ring and heads upstairs to check for a wedding ring on the bisected man's finger.