"...This is just nonsense," Theora groaned, upset with him. "It's a bird, Danell. How could a stupid bird-"
"We both know Augustus is anything but stupid," Danell calmly retorted. "Theora, he took four gold credits from Yanheim, of all people. The exact sum he mentioned. No more, no less."
"It doesn't prove anything," she hissed. "He doesn't possibly... He couldn't..."
She was at a loss for words, and too weak to think of proper arguments. It took a lot of effort for her to even stay awake, as little black and white dots had begun sparkling before her eyes. Theora glanced toward her bird, still furious. Augustus was still on one of Yanheim's stalls, tilting its head. Following her gaze, Yanheim also glanced at the hawk and, seemingly on a whim, raised his hand to pet the bird.
"Ah, Y
