You have no ghost, my dearest friend. The culprit is, in fact, Palwin the blacksmith! Investigator Vale's words echoed off the walls as the crowd gathered in the library around Lady Mandrake gasped. Heads turned in all directions, seeking the accused. In the back of the room, the blacksmith stood nervously. A look of utter guild spread across his face even as he shook his head from side to side. Palwin's eyes widened. He stumbled over his words before collecting himself, Then he said, "You ... you don't know that was mine. How did you even get it? I ... wait. You used me!