He frowned, both arms folded again, staring down at the chair's cushion. Gosh, it sure was a shame that the one person who could've answered these questions was dead and permanently, wasn't it? Fuck. Burning the body had seemed like a good idea at the time...

(Murdering him had never seemed like a good idea. He'd just done it anyway.)

"Maybe..." He trailed off, biting his lip, not sure he wanted to voice the idea. It was probably a bad idea, too. "I mean, if we want to know... It's the greycloaks in the church who are the most likely to have the information, right? And I'm in a prime position to find out who they are..."