"You don't strike me as the type to start breaking glassware without being certain the mask was gone," the bard said dryly, but with a wry smile. "Though I appreciate the need to be absolutely certain before you want to make accusations." He tilted his head thoughtfully, looking around the room with a more intent gaze, trying to pick up details. Finally he looked back at the alchemist and then down at his pile of belongings, smile fading as he took on a more sober mien.
"No one should have been rifling your bag except you, right?" He confirmed. "Would your lion nose be able to pick up any scent on the fabric that isn't your own? And... would you be able to follow it?" His smile returned, a little lopsided. "Once you have the scent you might be able to narrow down your list, and... well, you don't need me to spell things out." He shrugged, trying not to hammer home the obvious when Remi was fully capable of working it out for himself.
"No one should have been rifling your bag except you, right?" He confirmed. "Would your lion nose be able to pick up any scent on the fabric that isn't your own? And... would you be able to follow it?" His smile returned, a little lopsided. "Once you have the scent you might be able to narrow down your list, and... well, you don't need me to spell things out." He shrugged, trying not to hammer home the obvious when Remi was fully capable of working it out for himself.
