The trial, such as it is.

Lanarra looked up as the door opened.
"Well hello gentleman. What is the problem?"
The villagers grabbed Grumbleshanks and shoved him forward. "We caught him snooping around last night. He claimed to be looking for a more comfortable spot to sleep.
Lanarra looked him over closely.
"Well introductions first please." She quickly introduced Nym, Darvin, and the villagers to her friend Aranel, before turning back toward Grumbleshanks.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" She asked pointedly.
"Last night, I decided not to join the lovebirds." He said pointing at Nym and Darvin. "Who knows what sort of debauchery they get into. So, I went to camp outside. It was rather uncomfortable so I decided to try to sleep on one of the thatch roofs."
"That could be plausible. An odd thing to do. What do you all have to say in his defense?" Lanarra asked turning toward Darvin, Nym, and Violet.

Breakfast and Many Meetings

Lanarra returned a few minutes later looking freshly washed. She had no sign of a night of heavy drinking and seemed to be in a lighthearted and jovial mood. Violet could detect a bit of lavendar about her as well. This caused her to smile despite herself. This woman does seem to have the resources to enjoy life. Lanarra noticed that she had put on a very pretty green summer dress and new leather boots.
"Did you want to change or wash up before we go and meet a friend of mine for breakfast?"

Violet and the Guest House

Lanarra seemed slightly sad that Darvin and Violet wouldn't be joining them. But shrugged her shoulders and led Violet toward her house idly talking about the weather and other such frivolities.

After a few minutes Lanarra unlocked a solid wrought iron gate set between a very tall and formidable stone wall.
"Your house seems quite... forboding."
"My grandfather was nervous about the sins of his past coming back to haunt him."
"Aren't we all..."
She smiled. "Truer words were never spoken..."
The house would be better described as a manor. It had two separate wings and was surrouned by a large garden.
"You live here by yourself?" Violet asked impressed.
"Yes, ever since my parents died and left the property to me." She led Violet down the path and into the main house.
The interior took Violet's breath away. The floor was an smooth marble, the walls were covered in paneled woods and the stairs to the bedroom were some kind of green stone that she could not recognize. The foyer opened up into three rooms. One was clearly a kitchen. The second room was a library, and the third held a piano, benches, and ornate chairs.
"Are you hungry? I have plenty of food to share with you.