"In this case, what matters is Lady Vera is dead, who killed her, and what will happen next." Allairavar looked at Aithne, gesturing to the steaming tea in silent question now that it had time to steep.

"If the man was foolish enough to go with a group of other idiots in order to intimidate Lady Vera by way of using muters and forcibly dragging her from her family, then his intentions or expectations or forewarning are of little consequence. Do I think someone set them up to do this under the hope they might catch a bigger fish? No." Allairavar scratched his chin, thinking of how to best put it into words. "Such a plan, even should it succeed, would ultimately fail. None of them have the power to deal with the fallout. No matter how much they might dream of it."