Nope!

DId he say anything to any of the other, uh, patrons, before Bright showed up?

"Yeah," says the ex-drunk who stuck around, "was going on about how it's inhuman, oughta go to death with dignity."

Nod. "Did he say why he thinks so?"

"'Cause humans all die, he says."

"I see. Did he seem to understand that humans will still die?"

"An' then be monstery shadows of their former selves dragged on forever, he said, very poem-like."

"Thank you."

He'll wait around a few more hours in case the arsonist comes up with anything to say.

Nope.

Sigh. "I really don't like the idea of people being locked up."

"...He set a building on fire, your grace," says the guard.

"Yes, I know. I am grateful that you are ensuring he can't do that to some less protected building."

Nod.

He thanks him. He leaves. 

"At some point I was going to meet a house elf," Mirelótë reminds Timothy.

"Yeah - don't like opening my door but I suppose we're going to need more information about them before we do a summoning rollout in Hazel. Now?"

"I'm happy to wait if there is something to wait for."

"Not especially. Maybe a clever idea on a faster way to contact them."

"I don't suppose they're in soul Elf osanwë range."

"Probably not, not unless they can get to 'well-acquainted' off secondhand interactions."

"Probably not."

"I can ask everyone what else they need grabbed from Hazel while we have the door open, do a bunch of things at once."

"That makes sense."

He sends out a message about that.

Karen kinda misses her parents but it'd be hard to get them with the program.