Helena looks curiously at the figure, ”I don’t recognise him from the town but he looks like the picture of Arabella’s ancestor from the wall of the tomb.”

Grum stares and snorts, ”Aye, he looks tae be trouble.” With his normal subtlety he strides forward and offers a loose wave of greeting. “Council lady. We be needing to speak about the fall
O’ the town and what’s been going on. Who be your new friend?”