The Interior Minister frowns at a piece of paper in his hands. Passing notes at lunch, how childish.
If you'll all EXCUSE me, I have been informed that the COW, choxorn, did NOT attempt to murder anyone during the night. Whereas someone else DID. Or that's the best I can make of it, bit of nonsense.
NOW then. The farmer, CCRunner should have the blue vial, because he has SUCH an honest face. Whereas the herbs MUST go to Winston Hughes, because ...
The Interior Minister trails off, sensing there is no good rationale in the world for giving anything valuable to an insane tramp.
Well, just BECAUSE.
(And a very important OOC: I am not the source of the information on Choxorn, and I have no idea why the person who is decided to trust me with this, unless they're just trying to get me dead on suspicion of being a prophet. It's only my innate good-towniness that has me spreading the information against my own best interests. So don't kill me. Really!)