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

"Tell me what you know about the murder."
"Let's see... I asked the guards to head out for the night because I was
working on some delicate engineering on the project in the next room, and I
didn't need their psychic emanations fouling up some very crucial work. It
was with some dismay that I found the body when I emerged from the
room. Being as I have no other alibi, I realize I'm a suspect - and I suspect
you've already found that I wouldn't consent to going under the spell to
answer. The reason for that is that it would be violating the oath of secrecy I
swore to protect the project."
"I think I'll check on that with Keldor."
"You do that. He'll verify what I've told you - he administered the oath to
me, so he knows its power."
~~~~~
Poor Saros paced back and forth. If he was unsteady and young-looking
before, he looked even moreso now, like a child terrified of being caught
doing something wrong.
"That poor smith... I can't believe what happened to him..."
"Do you have any idea what might have happened, or have some leads?"
He blinked, "Who told you? The supervisor? She's right. I come in here at
night sometimes when there's no one around." He looked around
conspiratorially for a moment, and lowered his head toward me. "I saw
Thildon, creepin' out of here. The main reason I know it was him is because
he dropped something." He handed me an awl, with the name 'Thildon'
etched into the wooden handle.
I wish things had been that straightforward.
~~~~~
I approached Thildon with a swagger and a firm, scolding tone, like a
smarmy investigator seeking to rattle his suspect, "Saros - you remember
Saros, don't you? - gave me an awl found near the body. Oddly, this awl has
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