Tact... no, Octovain, was in his room, looking over the notes from the house. and cross-referencing them with the notes from the mansion, and with the information (However limited) from the wolf/wyvern and the business building.
Everything seemed to match up, not many loose ends to follow. Everything was very neat.
Octavain stepped back from the wall, looking at the diagram he had formed with the different bits of paper, and smiled. For the moment, there was nothing that they needed to do!