If there was something Liam would genuinely count himself a part of, it would be the town's rumour mill. Not only was he often a character in the stories weaved and spread about (a colourful character at that), but he rather delighted in a little listen and tell himself. And goodness wasn't the town full of rumour this evening! The supposed story on everyone's lips being that of the late Lady Elyssia, found quite dead shortly after the evening's dealings at the Church. 

While not usually one to be particularly concerned with the welfare of the upper classes, this was turning out to be an interesting tale indeed and quite had Liam's attention. Some rather wild accusations were flying about... Based on what evidence was unclear, since the authorities were apparently keeping the truth of the matter hushed for the meanwhile. A suspicious act in itself.

Liam laughed to himself as he walked (or, to anyone watching him, staggered) through the street. His destination was, of course, the Church. He was on a mission of the utmost importance. That was, to go and see if he could find out anything interesting about what was going on. Apparently, the one that found the body was still up there. Think what he might learn! He would return to the tavern with news and more importantly fact and he would be celebrated! A hero of the people!

He snorted, amused by his own humour and came to a stop outside the Church gates. Of course, while a celebration seemed perhaps the least likely event, he might at least be able to get a little money and a few drinks in exchange for some information. And that was worth it; he'd just finished off the last of the whiskey he'd had stashed at home. Besides! What was the worst that could happen? He'd gotten away with more than a little trespassing before. Everything would be fine.