[JennyHallu]

Jenny Hallu sauntered into the room, swaying hips in black leggings speaking to a confidence she did not feel. More out of habit than anything else, she swiftly palmed the coins Valier had left forgotten on the bar, then took a plate of pancakes and sat down at a table, earnestly listening to the muted tones of this motley group discussing the werewolves.

"Don't worry, all," she said, with a false but well-acted bravura, "I'm sure we'll find these bad'uns." Between bites of pancakes she introduced herself. "I'm a--a-- *cough* --a merchant." She met Meneltarmacil's gaze with confusion, as she had no recollection that Glirdan's careful narration and orchestration of recent events had involved any sort of roster being given to the characters populating this strange and accurséd village.

"Meanwhile, while I caught only the tail end of it, that horsey elf's speech rings true in several important particulars. First, while they are delicious, compliments and comments on the pancakes alone shall not find our foes. And second, I have known several people near to the aforementioned Naria's description, and while they are not black-hearted (or canine-hearted, for that matter) any more often than any other woman, they seem unequivocally suspicious. With no other evidence to go on than what has been said here, and the sheer brutality of the crime, I must admit I share that suspicion, but I thankfully I have no pressing duties to keep me from remaining here, and refining or even redirecting my thoughts."

She looked around, accepting a drink from the bar, as she completed her statement. "Oh, and one last thing...that stenographer is an incredible idea, Wilwa, was that yours or Glirdan's? I think I'll go review what's been said."