[ Really, Claude is all for a lively feast, but even he would admit last night had gotten a little out of hand. Having been at most tipsy for the duration of it, he had a reasonable recollection of most of it up until a certain point. Maybe the host shouldn't leave a celebration early, and maybe his position makes him the de facto host of pretty much any large event here, but said position came with responsibilities that couldn't be avoided all night. And, unfortunately, required an early morning.

Is he avoiding them now? Of course not. His position surely requires him to investigate such a serious case as this one. Wiping the tables down could even count, if one looked at the task just right, so wipe he does.

As Ingrid proposes a strategy, Claude manages to wrangle a laugh into a cough. He also, in his infinite wisdom, resists commenting on the appropriateness of their respective roles. As well as the inappropriateness of using either on Nader, the Undefeated, whose kill count is well more than twice hers Nardel, unflappable and worldly retainer that he is. Who hasn't bothered to change out of his stained tunic.

Plus, as his retainer, it isn't like they need a strategy. No, no: right now, he isn't Nardel, the retainer. He's Nardel, the witness.

Claude clears another laugh out of his throat. ]

Sounds like a plan. With your indomitable will and my winsome personality, we can't fail. I'll follow your lead, Inquisitor Galatea!