< Interrogated? Oh, no, > the Treiha said lightly. They seemed to suddenly notice Sraddi, who sat perched silently at Numair's elbow on the lip of the large bowl. There was something odd about her neck. < I just thought, since you're so interested in this case, to the point of calling out me and my hunters directly, you'd be eager to help us solve it. >

They seemed somewhat distracted by Sraddi's presence, just long enough that Numair seized the chance to snatch the pen back from them.

< Why, are you at a dead end already? > he said critically, and pointed the pen at the Treiha, who looked down at him through their glasses, the odd little smile finally having fallen off their face. < With all due respect, Treiha, it doesn't sound like your hunters have tried much of anything. Suyan was well-known. If your hunters had asked around, they'd have found out the same information I have. But they didn't even dispel her ghost. >

PASS

+ all true statements.

Far from being abashed at the criticism, though, the Treiha actually seemed to brighten up, fixing their dark eyes on Numair. < Oh! > they said, < I was wondering about that, too. >