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Robinson shot a nervous sideways glance at Longtree and quietly moves a little farther away from him. [wis check: 9+2=11]

Buri looks at the people as they pass, trying to see if anyone famous or noteable is here. [ooc: was there any sort of signage out front? A "smith" residence kinda thing?]

Robinson introduced himself to Longtree. Before he could join in any discussion, he noticed the queer dagger. "That looks to be what punctured the man upstairs. Little round 'ole, neat as you please, right 'ere", Robinson pointed to his own neck where the corpse's wound was.

Robinson had moved to the side of the body and given in a good visual inspection, looking for any obvious signs as to the cause of death. Finished his look over, and hearing everyone's voices from downstairs, he cracked the bedroom window to try and air out the smell then heads downstairs to...

Robinson looked over at Diggory with his coughing fits and smiled a small smile. "Looks to be correspondence with some book stores and some letters to a Mr.... Cartwright?" Robinson looked over at Diggory. "And what do ye be 'avin' there? More bloody candles?"

Will: 7 + 2 = 9 Robinson quickly puts his hand up to his nose to block the smell. His nose safely stoppered, he moved to search around the room, looking at the papers nears his feet.

Buri held up his hands in acquiescence. "All right, fine. It doesn't really matter to me one way or the other. We'll go."

Robinson whirled his arms around to limber them up a bit. "Let's be takin' 'er down. I want to see what be on the other side. If it be important enough, we can get the others." He stepped back, sizing up the door, ready to put shoulder to wood.

"Whether we be kickin' down this door or try another, I don't know. Maybe a quick look through any unlocked doors be a better thing to do." Robinson moved down the hall to the next door and shook its knob to see if it was also locked. So there are three doors up here? Or two?

double post.

Robinson patted his coat over his revolver. "Aye, I be armed. What be the matter with the chimney? A dead pigeon, or perhaps some boy who'll never collect his shillin' for the work he done?" He half smiled at his morose joke. "I guess we should be seein' for sure to put minds at ease."

Robinson's curiousity gets the better of him as he starts to open the box, anxious to see what is inside. "Hmm, this be interestin'. I have recent worked for this fellow. I be wonderin' what of his be inside?" He half turns towards Diggory to see what can be found in the fireplace.

So Andrew, I've been in here recently to get the book. Can you give me some info as to what I would know about the inside of the house?

"The 'I'm sure she can't kill you all' thing doesn't give you pause? It doesn't bother you? People don't just say things like that Dorian." Buri looked the young lady up and down. "I agree she looks harmless, but still...."

Robinson nodded. "I will be doin' just that I think. I don't like bein' in the dark."

Buri raised an eyebrow at the strange comment. "Riiiight. Ok then," he said, turning to the others, "are we all ready to go visit the crazy house? Make sure you keep your 'visitor' badge on, or you won't get back out!" He turned back to the woman. "What kind of thing is that to say? You...

"It was a book," Robinson looked around uneasily and with a hint of shame colouring his cheeks. "I was to be paid to be bringin' it to someone. And I did just that. That's what I be givin' the man in the carriage."

Buri came up beside Dorian and gave a quick bow. "Good day to you miss. I couldn't help but overhear. Who would your mistress be, if I may ask?"

Robinson raised his bushy eyebrows "Stabbed by a blind man? That be one 'ell of a lucky shot if yer askin' me. But who do ye think started it? Was it the blind man stabbin' at Mr... Cartwright that caused Cartwright to pull the brake, or was Cartwright to start somethin' by pullin' the brake and...

Finally hearing some reassurance from one of these fellows, Will looked at Hewitt. "I suppose ye all look too fancy to be gettin' any blood on yer clothes anyhow. A'right, I will come with ye to this fella's," he pointed at the Baron "'ouse and answer some questions. But I tells ye, if I gets...