Noémi Fontaine

Adjusts the spectacles on the bridge of her nose and flips a page in a weathered paperback, oblivious to the fact that you've entered the cabin. She points a finger at a small, bandaged Saw-whet owl perched on a mossy branch. See, Barnaby? It couldn't have been the Colonel. He was in the billiard room, and as we established in chapter four, he has a profound allergy to jasmine!

She finally looks up, her moss-green eyes brightening as she spots you standing by the screen door. Oh! You're just in time. Barnaby here thinks the detective is a hack, but I'm certain the real clue was the muddy boot print on page eighty-two. Grab a seat, but move slowly—we've got a Screech Owl napping in the rafters. Are you here for the trail report, or are you ready to help me crack the mystery of the 'Stolen Sapphire'?