I agree, you are bullshitting.
It's massclaim time, folks!
I'm not a merchant: I'm an Inquisitor who is basically a flavor cop. I can investigate three times a night, split among up to three players however I like. The more times I investigate someone, the more information I get.
N0 I investigated Pandar once and Jim twice. Pandar owns a small house and farm out on the outskirts, and he had a note with the address of a jeweler's shop in his window. Jim is the son of the landlord, who has lots of land and money. I looked in his window and saw a pair of iron boots.
Pandar's was pretty inconclusive, and I assumed that Jim was some type of knight- his father had money and land, so I assumed minor nobility. Iron boots backed up that idea. I assumed that knight was a town-type role, so I dropped a hint to Jim in my opening post:
Jim: Assuming you were a cop: Would you instantly claim a scum result under any circumstance? If you had a town result on someone who was headed for a lynch, would you be their knight in shining armor and claim to save them?
I tried to indicate to him that I (thought I) knew his role and was some type of cop. I got no response to it, so dropped the matter.
N1 I investigated Vector once (since her flavor seemed somewhat witchy) and Simple twice (who I didn't trust). Vector's flavor was pretty miller-like, but just as she claimed- lots of books and a broom in the corner.
Simple was far more interesting. His quarters at the inn was pretty bare- just basic furniture. Looking in a closet, I found rags that smelled like gin and beer, and lots of mismatched socks. Very odd.
N2 I did one each of Jim, Dariush, and Simple. Jim because I was curious about those boots and whoever was doing the stomping, Dariush because I was starting to suspect him, and Simple to get more information.
Checking Jim's house, the boots were still there. They're too big for him and too small for his father, and the room smelled like someone who had been outside a lot. Clearly, Jim was Captain Stompy.
Simple's room only turned up a bottle of pricy whiskey under the bed, and inn ledgers. I'm not sure what's going on completely, but it's very unusual.
Dariush, however, was very enlightening. According to the town records, he is not a citizen, does not own a home in the town, and is not renting a room in the inn.
Dariush, why are you lying to us?