“Aaw, Pounce!” Anders muttered. Getting onto his hands and knees he knelt down to forage for his misplaced cat, worried suddenly. Velanna made a sound of disgust, finally having enough of spectacle she was enduring.
“This is foolish nonsense. All of it,” she replied, rising quickly from her chair.
“Not so fast, mademoiselle, ” Poirer said, voice suddenly steely. “While your alibi matches up and you were nowhere near the scene of the crime that night, both your hatred of the Sister and her pet are known here at the Keep.”
“I did nothing,” she said with a toss of her blonde hair. Pouting slightly, she adjusted the fold of her robe. “And the sister can choke on her pet for all I care.”
“It’s Schmooples!” Leliana said, impassioned suddenly. “Not just any pet.”
“Your hatred for humans is well known. I wonder if, perhaps, it would extend into aiding and abetting a murder of an innocent animal, just to make a point?”
“Oh don’t be silly durgeshen,” Velanna scowled. “Why would I waste so much effort on that?“
“Then that leaves only one person who would,” Poirer stated solemnly. “I wonder, what drives a person to murder a nug?”
“I can think of, uh, several,” Sigrun replied politely. “Most involve some kind of seasoning.”
“Who, Poirer?” The Seneschal asked, gaze curious, wondering where this was going. “We’re all here, who murdered Schmooples?”
SARAH THIS IS YOUR FAULT WHY AM I DOING THIS
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