“So what happened in my room?”

The old man’s prideful stance wilted at the question.

“I told you there was a- an accident-” Sirach stumbled over his answer.

“Sirach.” Lukas warned.

Heaving a sigh, the innkeep carefully shut the door behind him and sat down at the table. “You’re too good at reading people and you never leave well enough alone.” he grumbled, keeping his voice low.

“I don’t pay you to hide things from me.” Lukas said sharply.

“I know, I know. It’s just that it might be personal. I didn’t want to bother you if I could help it. You’ve been so busy in the interior these past few months. I-” Sirach trailed off.

“Go on.” Lukas said.

The old man gulped before he continued. “I had to make some other arrangements.”

“What went wrong?”

“There was a fight. Someone died.”

Lukas stared at Sirach, brow furrowed. There hadn’t been a fight here in a long time, much less a death.

After a long moment, Sirach continued. “It was Midden. He killed the man inside your room but claims it was an accident.”