"I see..."
William looked just the smallest bit disappointed by Oreron's response, though he knew that it was more than likely he wouldn't get the answer he wanted. Assuming that Oreron's information was correct, then known local groups wouldn't have had the manpower to do something as bold as assault the Abrams. So then, what was it? Who could possibly have a reason to murder the Abrams, much less create a small army to do so? There must be some explanation, and it would be best to find out the whose and whats before he confronted them. A certain Sun Tzu quote came to his mind. He really needed to know his enemy.
"I seem to -cough- have attracted -cough, cough- an audience." the beastly general coughed before, oddly, smelling the young man beside him for whatever reason.
Abrams did his best to ignore that. "So it would seem."
The man that Oreron had decided to sniff was the blonde boy similar to William. He could only remind William of an innocent teenager before the war, who hadn't much to worry about, or so the boy's disposition made it seem. Perhaps it wouldn't be right for William to call the other blonde a boy, but the way he acted evoked that sort of title for him, and until he got an official introduction - if he got one - that is how William would call him. Anyway, alongside him was the woman from before, who gave off a completely different air. One William did not particularly care for, at that. Whatever was going on, it was made fairly clear these people all knew each other in one way or another.
"I am thankful for the information, General Oreron." William stated, though he wasn't sure if the man was even paying attention to him at this point. He seemed very interested in the carcass. Though the sight of a dead animal did not elicit the grumble of hunger in his stomach, William recalled that he had not eaten for quite some time now, so he'd wind up becoming hungered sooner or later. Perhaps he should eat? As the woman was leaving the group, William decided to at least snack on something. He had had it saved for quite some time. Well, a few of them. What were they? Well, a treat in these times
--- Chocolate.
A bar of chocolate found its way into William's hands after he retrieved it from The Pocket, his small-but-convenient device for storage. Taking a bite, he decided to investigate one more matter here before he would depart, as it had been nagging him for quite some time, ever since the boy arrived.
William approached Ace, the other blonde, as he snacked on the bar of dark gold with one hand. He did not immediately speak, but instead gave the older blonde a look over with his eyes for a bit longer than what might be considered comfortable. His eyes traced up the man's body, down it, back up, then stayed around his face for another moment before he finally turned away, looking in Owsla's direction. "Is this the man you mistook me for?" he then looked back at Ace.
"She wasted no time at all molesting myself. Would you happen to be her lover, perhaps?"