Murder... And party. Murder party. No, no that's not what she meant at all. Well apparently the red head wasn't here for the murder mystery after all, as she was getting the name confused with a rather gruesome underworld thing that probably existed somewhere in the world... But not there. Well, at least she had managed to avoid the awkward talk of trying to explain what she was reading. With both of their apparent nativity? It wouldn't have ended well. The elf wasn't even sure how to begin explaining that type of thing to herself let alone another person who had just as much experience as she did with that sort of thing.
Uh, but right now she had a bit more of a troublesome thing to deal with. Even more so than that. Her words had convinced Sharp the wrong thing about murder mystery parties. She actually kind of seemed excited for it for some reason...
The saint shook her head. "Erm... No, it's not like that. Think of it like a Herlock Solmes novel. There's a murder, a bunch of guests in the room, and one killer. Using clues and your wit you have to act as the detective and find out who was the one that murdered them... Actually now that i think about it, maybe Cluedew is a better fit to think about... Damn that Colonel Mayonnaise, he always managed to slip by me." The last part was spat with a sight bit of bitterness, her single eye narrowing to the side as she remembered all the times she would play it as kid, to be so close to solving the mystery, only for that chubby old man to one up her. As someone who enjoyed a good mystery, it always annoyed her whenever she got something wrong, which, she normally did anyway. But that was besides the point. After her moment of malice she would look back to Sharp. "It's a game people come here to play. It's all for fun. You should try it, you'd probably be good at it." Her crimson gaze looked behind the slayer to the grandfather clock ticking away, noticing it was almost midnight. "Actually, i believe it should be starting any moment now."
And as if she was some soft of psychic, she would be right. Just as soon as those words left her mouth the clock struck midnight, causing the deep chime to echo through the in. On cue, a scream sounded from upstairs, shrill and cold. A few seconds later man wearing a tuxedo would come scrambling down the stairs in a hurry, the left side of his face covered in blood. he stood at the doorway, tense, a crazed look in his dilated eyes. "Please, someone help! There's been a murder! Upstairs in the second bedroom he...!... He...!" letting out one last shutter the man's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and fell to the floor, unconscious. Astrid merely looked over to him from her chair, blinking, as everyone else at least looked a little concerned for him, checking up on him to see if he was okay.
"Huh... Wow, they have some pretty good actors here." She hadn't expected much from a murder mystery run by a small inn. But his performance was so real, so raw. She almost believed him for a minute there. She settled back into her chair, looking up as Sharp with a smile.
"Think you wanna give it a try?" Astrid herself? Mostly likely wasn't going to participate. If she wanted to go home early then she needed a good night's sleep. And she did just defeat a giant plant monster that was raging around Seven. Laying on a nice, soft bed was all she wanted to do. As much as she would like to experience this mystery, she was too exhausted to really be too bothered. She would stick with her books, at least until she felt more like it.