"So she's in there?" A guarded room, just what the staff at the Remedium loved. One constable inside. One outside, one Governor about to step in. He always treated them well, the staff. Booze. Flowers. Gifts. The sort of things their patients might receive but so rarely them. Burnie greased the wheel, for good reason too. He had been in there enough times over the last five years. Best to ensure he'd get good service however he could. This tried patience however.
He meant not to micromanage this, he really did, but there he was. It was driving him to distraction. It was one thing for the people of Myrken to be hunted like animals, to be attacked from the shadows, to be shot with arrows, but it was another thing altogether if he had no idea why the assailant was doing it. These things usually made sense.
So it was time to get to the heart of the matter. He'd pass beside a Constable on one side of the door and one on the other and look to the woman within. She was bedridden, injured. She shouldn't have survived. She was restrained in that bed, but only loosely. It was a room without a window, however.
"My name is Glenn Burnie." He'd say with a calm smile. "So, I thought maybe, just maybe, you might have something to say for yourself before we ...well, I suppose you saying something for yourself might even help us decide just what we ARE going to do with you."