He earned himself a few sharp glances at that, as if more than a few villagers were comparing him to the very same title that he had given Earl Drygon. He ignored their looks, and continued to poke his way through the houses with the rest of them.
"I am of the opinion at least that this place will offer clues," Harland continued. "Does it not seem like a treasure trove of information? A puzzle that will put itself together, if only we put the time into solving it."
"That's the one thing we don't have, though, ain't it?" Vagrin said. "Time. And also, I don't fancy pawing through someone else's scraps. It's just a load of rubbish. I think that's obvious at a frickin glance."
