They sit for a few minutes in uneasy silence. Around them the lives of those who’d chosen to visit the park this day unfold, all but oblivious to the two on the bench. Any other reaction would be a shock to both as neither appears to the unschooled as they actually are. Today they appear as two of the homeless, an ork and a dwarf, which is almost as far from the truth as one can get and still retain a degree of sanity. “So,” the ork finally says, his tone low and careful, “did you kill him?” The dwarf shifts his gaze to meet the other’s. He shakes his head. “No. Did you?” “Me either.” “Then who?”