Seth slowly walked towards the fireplace with measured steps, curiously watching the flickering orange tongues of the flames.
"Don't you find it strange that the flames are still on?" Seth turned to glance at Langdon. He stood by the side of the hearth, his mind racing with the impossibility of a fire burning for months without a tender.
"Maybe the blacksmith never got the chance to turn off the flames before he was killed, and the person who did it never bothered to turn it off either?" Langdon shrugged casually, leaning against a nearby pillar. "I have a feeling you're thinking about this too much... I hate to admit it honestly, but I don't think we can find any clues to who the culprit is." Langdon let out a tired, long sigh.
"For someone who always loves to solve mysteries and find solutions to problems, you seem rather disinterested in this one," Seth said, glancing at Langdon with sharp, annoyed eyes.
