[The hell is this guy doing, is he seriously... Worried about Tristan? That's impossible. He has no reason to be. Tristan clenches his jaw, back stiff, glad he's facing the counter and the grinder to hide his expression.]

By breaking in? Shouldn't you be hunting down your killer? Or do you perhaps have a suspect in mind? I'm sure a branded mage has plenty of reasons to kill.

[That's why you're here obviously. He glances over his shoulder, expression cold and bitter.]