“I did this?” You angrily reply.

“What moon were you born on old man? I have no idea where I am, who you are or what happened here. How would it make any sense that I killed any of these people?”

You pace around looking at Maldred who stares back dejectedly.

“I never said you killed them,” the old man responds, taking a sharp intake of his pipe and blowing out a cloud of smoke, “I just said you were the cause. Now come along, we’re late… as usual.”