“As you wish Ser.” He bowed, Master Umbra expertise would be invaluable and would keep the investigation in house, but placed him in danger, and perhaps more importantly made a semi official audit of the guard and it's dealings with House Verax. That was Tacitus loot lately, a host of dark corners that he had swept the houses dust into were being brought into light. Sacrifices that were needful and obvious at the time seemed foolishness in the noonday light of hindsight. His own crisis of confidence would have to wait however, work always first. “He's been left on site, our own guards have the area confined. I'll have the horses prepared immediately.” He strode of the room immediately and toward the stables.
A short while later they were riding. A pace between a canter and gallop, nearing either as foot traffic allowed. The city's winding narrow paths and frankly unnecessary verticality often vexed Tacitus. Constant doubling back and scrabbling hooves as horses slanted down in a way they disliked. Eventually they arrived at the Tallow house, and met with one his men. “Darrius, has anyone been allowed in?” He called out before greeting him with a brisk salute. “Just the owner. I legally can't remove him so he's just been sitting behind the bar looking upset.” Darrius said returning the salute before turning down the alley to the side of the building.
There lay Konstance, face down on the still rain slicked cobble. His hands lay still balled in tight fists and at his side. His legs were ramrod straight and feet were bent down, the tops of his shoes laying against the cobble. Tacitus knelt beside him and took a deep breath. Mixed in with the earthly smells he expected was a unmistakable floral aroma. He frowned then joined his hands, his right tracing a glyph on his left. His eyes took a light blue glow as his senses honed. He could see flecks of skin and near bruises where Konstance spasmed on the stone before he died. The floral smell originated not from his mouth but from the pocket of his overcoat. The traces of brushed off water showed a pair of slender footprints leaving the scene. He held his breath a moment before asking. “Well, What do you think Milord.”
A short while later they were riding. A pace between a canter and gallop, nearing either as foot traffic allowed. The city's winding narrow paths and frankly unnecessary verticality often vexed Tacitus. Constant doubling back and scrabbling hooves as horses slanted down in a way they disliked. Eventually they arrived at the Tallow house, and met with one his men. “Darrius, has anyone been allowed in?” He called out before greeting him with a brisk salute. “Just the owner. I legally can't remove him so he's just been sitting behind the bar looking upset.” Darrius said returning the salute before turning down the alley to the side of the building.
There lay Konstance, face down on the still rain slicked cobble. His hands lay still balled in tight fists and at his side. His legs were ramrod straight and feet were bent down, the tops of his shoes laying against the cobble. Tacitus knelt beside him and took a deep breath. Mixed in with the earthly smells he expected was a unmistakable floral aroma. He frowned then joined his hands, his right tracing a glyph on his left. His eyes took a light blue glow as his senses honed. He could see flecks of skin and near bruises where Konstance spasmed on the stone before he died. The floral smell originated not from his mouth but from the pocket of his overcoat. The traces of brushed off water showed a pair of slender footprints leaving the scene. He held his breath a moment before asking. “Well, What do you think Milord.”
06-22-2024, 05:07 PM
