Cass laughed. 'Well you can't really blame me for trying - who knows if I stop trying you might never change your mind,' he said with a wink.
'You'll be pleased, I'm sure,' he said. 'And she'll be brilliant at making people separate from their galleons - and there will be a container measuring how much we raise so we can keep track during the night.'
His smirk turned to a sigh when he asked about Rosmerta. 'There is a problem with her blood that they can't put their finger on, and they've found semen on the sheets and in her. Other than that, no. All we know is that it's neither a suicide or a robbery gone bad.'