[Susan snorts at that. Vengeance? Aye, she guesses it was, of a kind - small and petty vengeance for small and petty slights, vengeance from Rhea, from Aunt Cord, from a town that never much cared for her. But it seems to her that if anyone in Hambry was owed vengeance, it was her.]

[She shakes her head.]

Convenience. Convenience, and spite, I'd guess, and... and if I guess a little further, there's some who might've feared what was in me. [Yet again, her hands are on her belly.]

I don't doubt there's many in the town who truly thought I killed Hart Thorin, but they weren't the ones baying loudest for blood.