(OOC: Groove, don't jump from one place to another, you're running around the castle at the speed of light, asking questions and not waiting for the answer, by doing that you cheat yourself of interaction with other people, it's far better to slow down and take note of your surroudings and thoughts. As regards to your earlier interaction with the weaponsmith, 1; all NPC interaction is handled by me, and 2: there's no such thing as a weaponsmith. so I'll ignore that bit of your post, and why would there be a vet in the castle? It's a fantasy RP!)
Raerrith
Raerrith presented the crossbow to the royal armourer, a tall man with an aging face and a short white beard.
The room was filled with weapons and armour of all kinds, daggers, bows, crossbows, swords, shields, axes, maces, hauberks, basinets, coats of mail, gauntlets, every concievable instrument of destruction and protection filled the vast room. guards stood at every doorway, protecting the arsenal.
"Do you recognize the crossbow?" Asked Raerrith.
The armourer peered intently and the crossbow and the bolt.
Suddenly Crux ran in behind them, greeted Raerrith, before garbling something to the armourer, turning back to Raerrith and babbling something about Oren and a pirahana (OOC; Wait a minute, a pirahna in a low medieval enviroment?), whatever that was.
Crux then proceeded to run back out.
Raerrith turned back to the armourer.
"I'm afraid there's nothing special about it, although as you may have heard, a crossbow and a number of bolts were stolen from here but a week ago, this may be the item." The armourer said, he turned and began to move towards a wooden rack filled with crossbows.
Raerrith followed. "I heard nothing of this, was the culprit caught?"
"No." the armourer shook his head as he placed the crossbow on the rack. "I reported it to the late Inquisitor High Mage Nybairn, he said he'd look into it, but nothing ever became of it."
Raerrith scratched his bearded chin. "Interesting. Thank you, your information has been of help."
He turned and strode out of the chamber, with Shyther in his wake, he moved through the corridors, which were beginning to fill with courtiers, preparing for a night of revelry at the king's behest.
He turned a corner and found himself in front of Oren and Briccone.
"Oren, Briccone." Raerrith greeted the pair. "Oren, what information do you have on the dagger? and Briccone, did your contacts know anything of usefulness? Come, tell me on the way to the throne room." Raerrith turned, and with the others behind him, joined the flow of courtiers, jesters and servants heading towards the throne room for an evening of merriment, in their duty as royal guards, Raerrith and his team had to attend, and attempt to stay sober during the evening.