Donald led the way out of the library and the building proper. Once they reached the inn, he led the way to a table where they could sit and discuss things. On the menu were meat pies made by the baker, Mister Willaby, and he was partial to the pasties. He ordered a few of them for himself as well as a cheese and fruit platter.

His papers set aside, he took a long pull of ale once their drinks arrived.

"I am sorry if I was not so engaged as I should have been at the podium. My heart is honestly not into it much right now. I recently lost my wife and unborn child. Murdered." He was probably going to get shitfaced for the first time since she was killed. He was okay with that.