Peony/Foxe | After "How to Train Your Scholar" | G?
"I take my amusement where I can get it." Foxe couldn't quite smell out troublemakers, at least not outside of his own guild, but did feel his presence probably dissuaded young scholars from doing anything half as stupid as what the squires liked to pull. He liked to think of himself as a threatening menace - at least to the children.
"Yes. Peaceful," he nodded. It struck him how he didn't crack. He didn't even stop smiling. Mourning was an odd thing. "Hm," was his response to her vague answer. He had a feeling he knew what she was talking about, but didn't want to press. It seemed everyone involved in the investigations was rather tight-lipped about matters anyway. "Your brother?" He perked, "What's his name?"