He was the man tasked to deal with this and already he was getting a headache from the confusing reports. The preliminary ones he'd been sent while she was in transit had already made him suspicious. A strange woman that appeared from nowhere, was covered in blood and armed to the teeth, yet no one could trace any crime that had been committed recently with her weapon of choice. No honor duel in secrecy that had been dragged to light or someone's theft on a blacksmith gone wrong. She was simply ther looking worse for wear.

Worse than he expected once he had her in his office. Not that he can blame her judging from how many people she had been shuffled through. The paper trail told all and he sometimes he wishes he hadn't climbed to this spot in the ladder. Then he wouldn't be seen as appropriate to deal with this. Just high enough for this responsibility to be foisted off on, but not in a place where anyone would get in trouble for dumping it in his lap. Which is why he's drumming his fingers on the edge of his desk as he reviews the flimsy of information briefly before turning his full attention to her. Protocol hadn't been followed properly given the strange circumstances and it was now his task to see that everything was handled.

"I've heard their side of the story," he remarks, watching her carefully. "No one seems to have gotten yours."