Minutes of Questions from Osment, part 1

Monday evening with Osment the Augmentor at Waysides. The questions from the Imperial representative _this_ time have minutes. This much is refreshing! Come, be a fly on the wall with the questions about Sir Michol’s death.

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Category: Towns
Topic: Wehnimer’s Landing

Date: 08/01/2017 01:35 AM CDT

From: BAUMT1

Subj: Scribing, the giant way. An evening in the Wayside with Osment the Augmentor.

Good morning. Arny was chosen to be the scribe for the first round of questioning of various witnesses to the murder of Sir Michol. I do everything manually, and was cleaning the log as I went. If anything is missing, it’s my fault, but I tried to keep it 100% (not easy with spells dropping and finishing the cleanup 10 minutes after the event) I would hope since Arny was publically announced as the scribe, that anyone who wishes to query him does it in game. The log here is for a catchup perspective since it only involved Osment and the few people present.

Fragrant Freesia Table Wayside Inn

Osment smiles.

Osment says, “Please, have a seat.”

Stormyrain smiles at Osment.

Stormyrain turns a chair around and straddles the seat, resting her arms across the back.

You pull out a chair and seat yourself at the table.

Shinann pulls out a chair and seats herself at the table, bending one leg underneath the other.

Osment pulls out a chair and seats himself at the table.

Osment scoots his chair back and stands up.

Osment pulls out a chair and slowly seats himself at the table.
Osment smiles.

Stormyrain folds her hands in her lap.

Osment says, “Please, take notes. I will expect a copy in the morning, and I will send payment.”

Osment nods to you.

You nod at Osment.

Stormyrain grabs a cup of warm elven cinnamon brandy from a small pocket inside of her ebon lambskin jacket.

Osment says, “I have a great working memory, but…”

Speaking to Osment, you say, “That I shall do.”

Osment points up.

Osment says, “You know, have to report.”

You nod.

Osment scoots his chair back and stands up.

Stormyrain offers, “If your questions dive into the realm of Militia secrets that we feel comfortable releasing to you; but not to those at large, we will kindly ask the Scribe to step out.

Stormyrain takes a drink from her elven cinnamon brandy.

Stormyrain tucks a cup of warm elven cinnamon brandy into a small pocket inside of her ebon lambskin jacket.

Speaking to you, Stormyrain says, “Just so you know, out of courtesy.”

Shinann says, “Sir Cryheart and I were with him during a vision.”

Shinann says, “I kept telling him none of it was true.”

Shinann says, “But, could not really convince him.”

Speaking to Osment, Stormyrain explains, “He feared she had done so this time, and caused him to kill Michol. Though—we all noted that previously he had memory of the events, and not visions afterwards.”

Stormyrain smiles.

Speaking to Stormyrain, you say, “I am a Priest of Charl. Secrets are one of my fortes. But I shall bow to the infinite wisdom of the Augmentor.”

You smile at Stormyrain.

Stormyrain smiles thinly.

Osment reaches over with one hand and unsnaps something on the side of one of his gauntlets. Then the other. A spark of bluish-white light crackles along their sides, and he places his knuckles down on the table. The gauntlets make a whirling noise and Osment pulls his hands out of them. His forearms are shriveled, with his hands gnarled and his fingers curled inward.

Osment agrees with Stormyrain.

Stormyrain gives a short little hum of surprise.

Osment says, “I can respect those terms.”

Osment pulls out a chair and slowly seats himself at the table.

Stormyrain nods gratefully at Osment.

You see Lord Osment the Augment.
He appears to be a Human.
He is average height. He appears to be very young. He has youthful pine green eyes and tanned skin. He has chin-length, wavy dark silver hair. He has a straight face, a thin nose and a clean shaven face. His forearms are shriveled, with his hands gnarled and fingers curled inward.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a twisted silver talisman, a sweeping dark red cape, a gold rolaren shield, a dusty leather pack, some silver splint armor, some blackened kroderine gauntlets, a woven black armband stitched with the image of a gold shield on a field of red, a hammered scarlet ring, a studded leather belt with dozens of jagged Mandis crystal shards hooked in it, a rhimar-edgd oily leather sheath, a pocket-lined leather pouch, a pair of black satin-paned breeches, and a pair of glossy black leather rolaren-toed boots.

Osment says, “I know this town is rich with history and conflict.”

Speaking carefully to Osment, Stormyrain says, “Do you need a snip of brandy, for any–pain?” as she lets her gaze casually flick across Osment’s arms and hands. “I have some if you do.”

Osment says, “…and there’s more colorful personalities than scholars in Nydds.”

Stormyrain nods understandingly.

Osment says, “I, yes, I will take some.”

Stormyrain grabs a cup of warm elven cinnamon brandy from a small pocket inside of her ebon lambskin jacket.

Stormyrain offers Osment a cup of warm elven cinnamon brandy.

The sound of rain plinking comes from outside.

Osment hangs his head.

Osment declines Stormyrain’s offer.

Stormyrain murmurs, “Feel free to help yourself to several snips if you need.”

Osment says, “I..nevermind.”

Osment says, “Thank you.”

Stormyrain asks, “Oh. Shall I set it down?”

Stormyrain glances between Osment and a long table.

Osment nods.

Speaking to Osment, Stormyrain asks, “Rude of me, forgive me yes?”

Osment nods.

(Stormyrain places the brandy carefully on the table near Osment.)

Stormyrain carefully places a cup of warm elven cinnamon brandy on the floor.

Shinann leans against a long table.

A loud clap of thunder rumbles the area.

Stormyrain suggests, “Mayhaps two snips. It’s a lovely vintage. One of the best I’ve ever had.”

Stormyrain smiles.

Osment slowly takes the brandy into one of his hands, but it shifts awkwardly, and he keeps it on the table, never lifting it to drink.

Osment says, “So tonight…”

You listen, but don’t hear anything unusual.

Osment says, “I am sure it can be easy to get distracted and list in a thousand thread.”

Osment says, “Threads.”

Osment says, “I am not here to pursue the crimes of every shadow in every corner.”

Osment says, “So I would like to focus on Sir Michol this night.”

Shinann nods at Osment.

Osment says, “And what you two can tell me.”

Stormyrain nods in agreement.

Osment says, “About what you know, and what you suspect.”

Osment says, “I find there is no sharper mind than those who keep order.”

Osment says, “It is not an easy task.”

Stormyrain gazes in amusement at Osment.

Stormyrain asks, “You consider this order?”

Stormyrain grins crookedly.

Stormyrain says, “I’m afraid it’s a barely controlled chaos–most of the time.”

Osment chuckles.

Shinann grins at Stormyrain.

Shinann says, “Well… how much do you know about the situation? Do not want to bore with things you already know.”

Shinann says, “Then again, I guess that is how you ferret out truth.”

Stormyrain surreptitiously glances at Osment.

Osment grins.

Osment says, “Start and end where you think is appropriate.”

Osment nods at Shinann.

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at Shinann.

Shinann says, “I will start with us being told that Sir Michol was missing.”

A series of dark amethyst lines suddenly appears on Stormyrain’s face, quickly racing towards the center of her forehead before detaching and dissipating in the air.

Shinann says, “Which was not reported immediately.”

Osment inclines his ear, listening intently.

Osment nods to you.

You say, “I am taking notes.”

You nod at Osment.

Speaking to Stormyrain, Shinann says, “Jump in anytime.”

Stormyrain nods at Shinann.

Shinann says, “The knights told us.”

Shinann says, “Hendoran knights.”

Osment nods.

Stormyrain offers, “Not Dennet.”

Shinann nods.

Shinann says, “We did try to track him.”

Shinann says, “But reached what we thought was a dead end.”

Stormyrain slowly empties her lungs.

Shinann says, “I feel now we were in the exact spot, but I will explain that in a minute.”

Shinann says, “Anyway, that was it for the tracking.”

Shinann nods.

Osment nods.

Shinann says, “We got news from one of the workers there that Sir Michol had had a disagreement with Naimorai Kestrel.”

Osment asks, “Are you writing?”

Osment peers quizzically at you.

You say, “I am.”

Osment glances at you.

(Arnylon copiously and furiously scribbles with rather large hands in an attempt to keep up with the narrative.)

Shinann says, “When she was confronted about that, she said he was rude to her and grabbed her arm.”

Shinann shrugs.

Shinann says, “Part of me just wants to skip some of this… the wild goose chase with Hapenlok being blamed.”

Shinann says, “But, I suppose that is part of it.”

Speaking to Shinann, Stormyrain says, “I think there are bits of that which may be useful information.”

Shinann nods.

A loud clap of thunder rumbles the area.

Shinann says, “Hapenlok was a member of the militia, at the time.”

Shinann says, “He started having visions that involved Sir Michol.”

Shinann says, “He had visions that he killed him.”

Osment rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Osment nods.

Stormyrain nods slowly.

Shinann says, “Well… that indicated he did.”

You blink at Shinann.

Stormyrain offers, “He has a history with the Witch Raznel.”

Shinann says, “Yes.”

Stormyrain says, “-she’s taken him over from time to time.”

Shinann says, “Sir Cryheart and I were with him during a vision.”

Shinann says, “I kept telling him none of it was true.”

Shinann says, “But, could not really convince him.”

Speaking to Osment, Stormyrain explains, “He feared she had done so this time, and caused him to kill Michol. Though—we all noted that previously he had memory of the events, and not visions afterwards.”

Shinann says, “The Hendoran knights heard of these visions and wanted us to turn him over to them.”

Shinann nods at Stormyrain.

Stormyrain nods slowly.

Stormyrain says, “They insisted, really.”

Shinann says, “We asked for time because I felt like he was being set up.”

Stormyrain nods in agreement.

Speaking to Shinann, Stormyrain says, “Which, clearly, he was.”

Shinann nods.

Stormyrain takes a deep breath, blinking a couple of times before resuming a calm expression.

Shinann says, “You should chime in here about the night you got us all together by the lake.”

You listen carefully to Shinann.

Shinann nods at Stormyrain.

Shinann says, “That sort of falls next in line, I think.”

Stormyrain raises her eyebrow, the dark bloodjewel half-ring set within only enhancing her skeptical expression.

Speaking to Shinann, Stormyrain asks, “The night we used the fake doll?”

Shinann nods.

Speaking to Osment, Stormyrain explains, “That’s another thing. Previously Raznel had used dolls she created to hone in on certain folks in an effort to subdue their magic and have control of them in some way.”

Stormyrain says, “–Hapenlok found a doll, crude as it may be–on his person after this vision. He was convinced it was her doing. I disagreed, it was nothing like her previous ones. We got him to agree to allow us to try to trace the magic back to the creators.”

Stormyrain furrows her brow.

Stormyrain takes a moment to observe Osment.

Shinann gives a sidelong glance at Stormyrain.

Stormyrain carefully says, “I am a Seer of Jastev among other talents. I enlisted the help of other Seers and a few others whose talents I felt might be useful for us in this attempt.”

Stormyrain says, “And we took a look at the history of this doll. What we saw wasn’t as clear as we had hoped; but what was clear was that a group of folks had created the doll and used larkspur on Hapenlok in an effort to make him believe he’d committed this crime.”

Shinann says, “Larkspur can cause visons.”

Shinann says, “To me, some of the things in the vision were similar to what the girl Lana told us… that was more a feeling than proof, though.”

Shinann says, “There were male and female voices in the visions Stormyrain got…”

Shinann says, “And in Lana’s story.”

Shinann says, “Like I said… just a feeling.”

Speaking to Osment, Shinann asks, “Can I ask you something?”

Speaking to Shinann, Stormyrain asks, “Did we tell him about Lana?”

Shinann says, “No… but I was trying to just stick with Sir Michol.”

Shinann says, “I guess if he wants to know, he will ask.”

Speaking to Osment, Stormyrain adds, “Michol was not the first to disappear in this area since the Kestrel’s came. Lana was, a young lass from town. And since Michol, there have been others.”

Speaking to Shinann, Stormyrain says, “Or I’ll give him a small bit of history so he has an idea of the breadth of the situation.”

Stormyrain grins crookedly at Shinann.

Shinann nods at Stormyrain.

Osment nods.

Osment asks, “Ask me what?”

Osment peers quizzically at Shinann.

Shinann says, “I was not here the night you arrived.”

Shinann says, “But, I hear that you said there was another murder like this.”

Shinann asks, “Where did that happen?”

Osment says, “Chastonia.”

Osment says, “His name was Johnathan, he was a member of Baroness Chyndenar’s family, of Mestanir.”

Osment says, “Which is why I was specifically tasked to it.”

Shinann says, “I see.”

Osment says, “I serve in the Red Brigade, and am close to the Baroness.”

Shinann says, “The Red Brigade are highly spoken of.”

Shinann nods.

You ask, “I know I am but the lowly scribe, but might I interject and ask how long ago that murder occured?”

Shinann says, “Well, in that case, I think I should just come out with some information.”

Shinann slowly empties her lungs.

Osment says, “Last fall.”

Osment nods to you.

You nod at Osment.

Shinann says, “I have mentioned that he argued with Naimorai.”

Shinann says, “So we were told.”

Osment nods at Stormyrain.

Osment nods at Shinann.

Osment turns an inquisitive ear toward Shinann.

Shinann says, “Well… one night a friend and I were… well… snooping to be honest.”

Shinann says, “Around the Outpost.”

Shinann says, “We were in the dungeon.”

(Stormyrain discreetly pulls something out of her satchel and leans over the table, tinkering with Osment’s glass for a moment before leaning back to her chair leaving a hollow reed sticking up out of the glass of brandy.)

Shinann smiles at Stormyrain.

Osment leans forward, almost ashamed, and sips the brandy from the hollow reed.

Stormyrain interjects, “Terrible, damp place, that dungeon.”

Shinann says, “Anyway, Naimorai likes to swim in the lake close to the Outpost.”

Shinann says, “She caught us down there.”

Shinann says, “She did not have a stitch of clothing on… but she wore a silver locket.”

Shinann says, “My friend… tried to take it from her. She caught her.”

(Arnylon rubs the knuckle-joints in an obvious attempt to ease the pain of his furiously penning fingers.)

You wiggle your fingers.

Shinann says, “She said all we had to do is ask… but when she caught her arm… bubbles started forming on her arm.”

Shinann says, “My friend’s.”

Shinann says, “Anyway… we asked.”

Shinann says, “She said it belonged to a lost love… Johnathon.”

Osment squints.

Osment clears his throat.

Osment says, “I see.”

Shinann asks, “Was he… melted?”

Osment says, “I am glad I started here this night.”

Osment asks, “Are there any other questions before I call others?”

Osment says, “In a sense, yes.”

Osment nods at Shinann.

Stormyrain raises her eyebrow, the dark bloodjewel half-ring set within only enhancing her skeptical expression.

Stormyrain carefully asks, “There was a vision, when we found Michol’s body, or have you already heard about it?”

Shinann nods.

Osment says, “I have.”

Stormyrain nods.

Shinann says, “Ahh.”

Stormyrain asks, “Then unless you have questions for us?”

Osment says, “It is was also helped spur me here.”

Shinann says, “He sort of melted, also.”

Osment says, “I would ask that you inform me of anything new you discover.”

Shinann says, “Sir Michol.”

Osment says, “So long as it does not conflict with your rank and loyalty.”

Stormyrain inclines her head.

Shinann says, “Let me say one more thing.”

Shinann says, “That night when the dog stopped and we thought we had reached a dead end.”

Shinann says, “I am convinced Sir Michol was in the earthen wall there.”

Shinann says, “I have seen that wall open and close.”

Osment asks, “How?”

Shinann says, “I do not know. I suspect Dennet.”

Osment nods.

Shinann says, “There was a silver glow.”

Shinann says, “I was invisible.”

Stormyrain says, “–Dennet has done that before, in the outpost wall.”

Osment nods.

Shinann says, “But then exposed.”

Shinann says, “So, I am sure he knows I know.”

Shinann nods.

Shinann says, “So, the dog did not reach a dead end.”

Stormyrain says, “..so has Quinshon but, it’s more like shadows pull him into the darkness..”

Stormyrain looks lost in thought.

Osment asks, “Who do you suspect murdered Sir Michol?”

Shinann says, “We sort of mapped it out and that is sort of the area he would have been in in the tunnels.”

Shinann says, “Naimorai.”

Osment nods.

Osment asks, “Do you think the Kestrel family is aware?”

Shinann says, “Is my initial suspect.”

Shinann says, “Maybe not all of them.”

Shinann says, “But, if he was put in the earth…”

Stormyrain furrows her brow.

Shinann says, “I have to say I think her father would have known.”

Osment nods.

Shinann slowly empties her lungs.

Stormyrain asks, “A question if I may?”

Osment asks, “What reason, do you suspect, she had for murder?”

Osment nods at Stormyrain.

Osment says, “Of course.”

Osment says, “Then we will head back.”

Speaking to Shinann, Stormyrain says, “Go ahead, mine is—not necessarily related.”

Shinann says, “I am not sure… maybe Sir Michol saw something he did not like.”

Shinann says, “That was in the loresong.”

Shinann nods.

Osment nods.

Osment turns an inquisitive ear toward Stormyrain.

You quietly whisper to Osment, “You chose well for your first two inquiries. They can sure talk.”

The floor trembles as rolling thunder resounds outside.

Osment nods to you.

Stormyrain slowly asks, “You do know what has become of Cyph? And how he has been–contained?”

Osment smiles.

Osment says, “I am mostly aware, yes.”

Stormyrain asks, “You are aware of the attuning of the coffin?”

Stormyrain raises an eyebrow in Osment’s direction.

Osment peers quizzically at Stormyrain.

Stormyrain says, “Dennet attuned the coffin with Cyph’s own blood.”

Osment says, “I see.”

Stormyrain settles her gaze on Osment, watching him intently.

Osment says, “I was not aware the Hall operated in such a way.”

Stormyrain says, “Nor was I.”

Shinann says, “I do not think they do.”

Shinann says, “But, I have no way to really know.”

Stormyrain says, “I realize it’s not ..important to your investigation but any information you know might be helpful.”

Stormyrain smiles thinly.

Osment nods.

Stormyrain quickly removes some crimson diamond shard hairjewels from her pale silver hair, and returns it to its normal style.

Stormyrain tucks some crimson diamond shard hairjewels into a small pocket inside of her ebon lambskin jacket.

Osment says, “Of course. I will share what I can and when I can.”

Stormyrain finger-combs her lustrous hair.

Osment scoots his chair back and stands up.

Stormyrain scoots her chair back and stands up.

Stormyrain dusts herself off.

Osment nods to you.

Shinann scoots her chair back and stands up.

You scoot your chair back and stand up.

You pant.

Osment says, “I wish to speak to at least two more this eve.”

Osment nods to you.

Shinann nods.

You say, “Ok.”

Osment says, “Thank you Captains.”

Osment says, “I appreciate your time.”

Shinann nods at Osment.

Shinann says, “I hope this helps.”

You say, “I will have to have Mylenna rub cramps out of my hands before the eve is through.”

Shinann bows.

Shinann asks, “Are we free to go?”

Stormyrain whispers something to Osment.

Osment grins at Stormyrain.

Osment smiles.

Stormyrain smiles at Osment.

Stormyrain inclines her head.

Stormyrain folds her hands behind her back.

Osment places his gnarled hands into the gauntlets, and with a whirling sound, they attach.

Osment clenches his fist.

Stormyrain asks, “Did you wish us to go? Or were you coming with?”

You say, “I see why you keep them covered. No shame in it, though. Covered or not, it is you.”

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at you.

Speaking amusedly to Osment, Stormyrain asks, “Jastev works in strange ways, no?”

Speaking to Osment, you ask, “Did you wish me to scribe the next two as well?”

Stormyrain grins crookedly.

Osment nods at Shinann.

Osment nods to you.

Osment says, “Let’s head back.”

Next Osment asked to speak with Chaoswynd and Severine

Dancing Daisy Table Wayside Inn

Osment says, “Please, have a seat.”

Osment smiles.

Osment pulls out a chair and slowly seats himself at the table.

Speaking to Severine, Chaoswynd says, “Ladies first.”

Severine pulls out a chair and seats herself at the table.

Chaoswynd pulls out a chair and seats himself at the table.

Chaoswynd leans against a long table.

You pull out a chair and seat yourself at the table.

Speaking to Osment, Chaoswynd says, “So what can we do for you this evening? Oh, I forget myself, we haven’t formally met. Chaoswynd, though most simply call me Cay.”

Osment bows.

Osment says, “Well met.”

Chaoswynd smiles at Osment.

Chaoswynd says, “Indeed.”

Osment says, “I wish to hear of anything you can share, be it witness, reports, or even theories on the death of Sir Michol.”

(Arnylon pulls out some fresh parchment, quills and ink and begins anew to record.)

Chaoswynd raises an eyebrow.

Chaoswynd glances at Severine.

A loud clap of thunder rumbles the area.

Chaoswynd rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Severine blinks.

Severine glances at Chaoswynd.

Speaking to Osment, Chaoswynd says, “To be fair, I only know second hand knowledge, at best. Perhaps some specific questions would help.”

Osment nods.

Osment says, “Tell me then.”

Osment says, “Of Carenos.”

Severine’s face turns slightly pale.

The floor trembles as rolling thunder resounds outside.

Chaoswynd glances at Severine.

Speaking to Severine, Chaoswynd says, “Perhaps you should go first on that topic.”

Speaking softly to Osment, Severine asks, “What would you like to

Osment asks, “What did he do upon arriving, and who was he after?”

Speaking softly to Chaoswynd, Severine asks, “Isn’t he dead? Or nearly dead?”

Speaking to Severine, Chaoswynd says, “In a manner of speaking. I imagine he may wish he was.”

Speaking softly to Osment, Severine says, “I first encounted him in Icemule.”

Speaking softly to Osment, Severine says, “He wanted to know the names of all the Kestrels who had arrived in the Landing.”

Severine softly says, “He eventually became frustrated with our refusal to help, and murdered me.”

Chaoswynd rubs Severine gently.

Osment frowns.

Osment nods.

Severine softly says, “Shortely thereafter, I believe he was spotted here in town a few times.”

Severine shrugs.

Speaking to Osment, Chaoswynd says, “I’m not entirely familiar with his initial activity upon arrival, however I do know that he was after Grand High Magister Dennet’s son, Cyph.”

You listen carefully to Chaoswynd.

Osment says, “Both now seem to be suffering, from this poison that has struck them.”

Chaoswynd nods slowly at Osment.

Chaoswynd says, “In Carenos’ case, it happened during his trial for the murder of Severine, my ex-fiance Winrie, and several other folk.”

Osment asks, “Was Carenos captured, before or after Sir Michol’s disappearance?”

Chaoswynd rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Severine softly asks, “After, wasn’t it?”

Chaoswynd says, “I’m fairly sure that happened a considerable amount of time after.”

You say, “After.”

Severine nods.

Your cheeks darken with a deep carmine shade.

Chaoswynd says, “In fact, I’m not even sure Carenos was present in the landing at the time of Sir Michol’s disappearance.”

Osment asks, “In your dealings with Carenos, do you suspect he is, or was, capable of dark magic?”

(Arnylon returns his gaze to his parchment, attempting to keep quiet while writing.)

Chaoswynd rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Severine ponders.

Rumbling thunder echoes throughout the area.

Chaoswynd says, “I didn’t see him utilize any magic at all, come to think of it. He was a skilled trapper, and relied on tools, rather than spells.”

Speaking softly to Osment, Severine asks, “What might lead me to suspect such a thing?”

Osment nods to you.

Osment nods at Chaoswynd.

Osment shrugs at Severine.

Severine shrugs.

Chaoswynd leans against a long table.

Osment says, “I do not have anything else to ask at this time.”

Osment asks, “Is there anything else you’d wish to share, or ask of me?”

Chaoswynd rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Speaking to Osment, Chaoswynd asks, “Do you have any particular leads, or ideas, as of yet?”

Chaoswynd says, “I imagine it may still be early in the investigation, yet I’m still curious.”

Osment says, “Tonight’s questions with you, were to decide whether or not Carenos could also be capable of harming Sir Michol.”

Chaoswynd nods slowly.

Osment says, “Other leads, yes, they exist. I can’t discuss just yet.”

Speaking to Osment, Chaoswynd says, “Hence the concern as to whether or not he’s capable of dark magic, which I’m guessing is one of your primary leads.”

Osment nods.

Osment says, “Indeed.”

The floor trembles as rolling thunder resounds outside.

Osment says, “The result of how the corpse was found in Chastonia, nearly matches the details of Sir Michol’s corpse.”

Severine softly says, “I’m fairly certain that after Scar killed me, he was seen here in town. That would have been prior to Sir Michol’s disappearance.”

Severine softly says, “For what it’s worth.”

Osment says, “I suspect whomever murdered my first case in Chastonia, also did it here.”

Osment says, “Perhaps the same person.”

Chaoswynd nods slowly at Osment.

You nod at Osment.

Osment says, “Or connected. We’ll see.”

Osment nods at Severine.

Osment says, “Thank you, to both of you.”

Chaoswynd asks, “Seems a rather specific set of circumstances. I’m curious, the murder in Chastonia, who was it?”

A loud clap of thunder rumbles the area.

Chaoswynd asks, “Was he in any way related to Sir Michol? Perhaps a comrade, or kin?”

Osment says, “He was a relative of the Baroness of Mestanir.”

Osment says, “No relation to Sir Michol.”

Chaoswynd rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Chaoswynd says, “And no ties that you’ve come across either, I imagine.”

Osment nods.

Osment scoots his chair back and stands up.

Chaoswynd says, “So you’ve got two very similar murders, happening a considerable distance apart, with no apparent relation between them, aside from their methodology.”

You say, “It is good this is all you are asking to report tonight. My fingers are cramping.”

You scoot your chair back and stand up.

Osment says, “I’m going to head upstairs to my chamber.”

Osment nods at Chaoswynd.

Osment says, “Exactly.”

Chaoswynd nods slowly at Osment.

Severine scoots her chair back and stands up.

Osment grins at you.

Osment bows to you.

Speaking to Osment, Chaoswynd says, “A very curious situation indeed.”

You bow to Osment.

Chaoswynd scoots his chair back and stands up.

Osment says, “There is one common thread so far.”

Chaoswynd asks, “Oh?”

Osment says, “The Kestrels were in Chastonia at the time of Johnathan’s murder.”

Chaoswynd says, “Hmm, that is curious.”

Osment says, “The Kestrels were here at the time of Sir Michol’s murder.”

Osment says, “Curious, indeed.”

The sound of rain plinking comes from outside.

Severine glances between Chaoswynd and Osment.

Speaking to Osment, Chaoswynd says, “I wish you luck in your investigation, I imagine you’ll likely need it, considering the circumstances.”

Osment says, “Thank you.”

Osment bows.

Chaoswynd bows to Osment.

Osment says, “Goodnight to you all.”

Osment bows.

Severine curtsies politely to Osment.

Chaoswynd says, “Fair eve.”

Speaking to Osment, you say, “If I am around during the next round of questioning, I would be happy to scribe. Although a bribe of cheesecake wouldn’t hurt my feelings any.”

You say, “Goodnight all.”

Osment starts chuckling at you!

Chaoswynd laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement from you.

Severine grins at you.

Lord Osment just went out.