(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

out of everything... aside from a few long, ragged scrapes, it held the organs
in like a pink leathery pink shroud.
Alissa was rubbing her temples as I approached, "You again? Either get the
guards to clean this mess up or get out of my sight. I'm in no mood for
dealing with newcomers."
"Under Keldor's authority, I'm investigating the murder that occurred here.
What can you tell me about it?"
She hissed, "Well, no one saw what happened here, I can tell you that. But
you want to know what I saw the night of the murder? Well... I was working
late, when I heard the sound of a scuffle. When I came out, I saw a shadowy
figure slip out the door into the meeting hall, and I raised the alarm."
"Do you have any other details?"
"I only know three people who had access to the building that night. They
were Thildon, Saros, and Bedai-Lihn. The three of them have dramatically
different builds, but in the haze of the foundry, I couldn't see clearly."
"How do I know you didn't do it?"
"I have an alibi. Not to mention that Keldor already ascertained the truth
from me. I have nothing to hide. Apparently Thildon, Saros, and Bedai-Lihn
do, though, because they wouldn't go under Keldor's spell."
~~~~~
Thildon shook his head, the rumble in his voice low as he spoke, "Shame
about that poor smith Avildon, really it were. Still. He weren't one to keep
himself to the grindstone. He weren't dedicated. 'Tis the way the planes
turn, mark my words... every basher gets his due. Ah, well. What can ol'
Thildon for you?"
"What were you doing the night of the murder?"
"What was I doing? Why, I was... I was sitting in my room, with a nice loaf of
bread and jug of wine, staying in. Didn't go out that night. Didn't see no
need."
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