Damien corked the Firewhisky bottle and sent it soaring back to Gabe. Sipping from it a bit he looked from Frankie back to Gabe and then shook his head. "No leads that I am aware. None other than it is from within the Cult, perhaps. As to any specific person, I have not been given any information to the contrary," he said and then took a larger drink from the glass.
"And for the life of me I can not work out what the hell they would be gaining from attacking shopkeepers. It baffles me. Ministry officials would make more sense. Start with the higher ranking and work your way down the ladder? More effective and more eye catching if you will. I can't work out what this is supposed to solve. Unless... it is just a member that is losing his or her cool with these people..." he trailed off and gave a slight shrug.
It could be some temper heavy moron that is just losing it... or there could be concrete reason as to why these things are going on. |