Crane, Hailey, Francis, Wesley. Malachi nodded, committing the names to memory. Should he ever have the misfortune of having to call on a constable, or deal with them in any form... he would look for the apparent pushover.

"That's unfortunate," he commented, leaning back against the counter out of habit. Typically, he wouldn't dare hold himself so casually in front of anyone, but something told him that Mister Tully would not mind it. "I've heard there's a fair amount of crime, so I suppose I cannot cast judgement if the constables are molded by the things that they encounter."

More likely than not, though, they were just bad people. Malachi would never say as much though.

"Has there been anything particularly concerning, crime-wise? Anything I should be worried about?"