At least she'd given them a straight answer for once, though she'd left before giving them a chance to ask a third question, the four legged bitch. Declan merely raised a brow at the fainted girl. She'd been the one to be short with him. Had she not been uppity, he might've been a bit more compassionate. It wasn't life or death — not now anyway — the healers at the infirmary could decide that.

The casino seemed an obvious enough answer to the barely there riddle. He nodded in agreement, "Jus' leave 'er there. The infirmary'll be by to get 'er soon. Let's go 'n get this over with." Whatever awaited them at the casino couldn't be good if a sphinx was telling them about it. And Moses. He was that baby that lived in a basket, right? In a river of blood? Whatever "Her" and a homeless baby had to do with anything, he hadn't the slightest. Unless she was his mother. Looking for her basket, not her baby, because what mother who wants to be a mother misplaces her baby in a basket?