"Only the two of you were there at the time? The third woman left with them? Do you know her?"
Shard asked, and Miss Lisa nodded:
"I know her, that's Phoebe from the Bee Tavern, another unfortunate soul. An orphan by birth, deceived by a man and burdened with a huge debt as she grew up, with no friends or family around her."
She looked at Shard:
"You came this time because of her, didn't you?"
"How did you know?"
"I haven't seen her since that day. Her workplace, the tavern, sent someone to look for her, but only asked around superficially. I know, she's probably dead."
Shard did not deny this speculation:
"I'm not a policeman; I'm just trying to investigate her cause of death for certain reasons. Yes, she's dead, and it's related to the strange things you saw tonight. Please think carefully, do you have any more clues about that night?"
Miss Lisa thought again, then shook her head apologetically:
"I shouldn't have any. I haven't heard any news about her since that day."
