That was a far better response than Peter had expected. Maybe it was because the guy was too cold to get angry, although wouldn't it have made more sense if that'd exacerbated his mood? There wasn't much point in trying to analyze all of it, though, since he'd just been given his chance to talk.

Nodding, Peter moved over, brushed some fallen leaves from the spot where he was going to sit, and then settled down. He had to wonder if one of the benches might be a better place to do this, but he wasn't going to argue the point now. At least being off to the side meant they weren't likely to be eavesdropped on.

So, where to start? Peter let out a sigh, staring straight forward and watching his breath become visible in the air before he spoke up again. "So... what happened to him last night," he began. "Landel didn't have anything to do with it, did he?" The more he'd heard, the more Peter had suspected that was the case, and yet he still needed to hear it from someone who knew the truth. Accepting what that would mean might be hard, but at least he was braced for it. Somewhat.