A toothy smile flutters across Candour's cracked lips.
"Questions, questions, questions" she rasps, and then nods her head in the direction of the woman's remains, "That one and her friend were Cutters, from the House of Blades, low-ranking assassins...learning their craft at best but...."
The witch turns, to stand over the man Durzo shot. She kneels beside him, skeletal hands hovering over the still form, fluttering but never touching.
"This one...this one is not of Kindle...as I said.." her voice drifts off, her head cocks to one side "A Malazan...an servant of the Empire...a Claw"
[sblock=Durzo]Your search of the bodies reveals three throwing knives on the remains of the attack who tried to run away, the woman was carrying a crossbow with a further five bolts and a long knife. The man, still intact save for your arrow sticking out of his chest, was carrying a pair of small daggers and an amulet which consists of a black, smoky stone wrapped in a small metal cage.
Would you make a Notice check for me?[/sblock]
"The warrens, wizard?" Candour murmurs, still leaning over the body of the Claw, "All around and everywhere, the Terraces, House's Argument...there have been other deaths this night...we should hurry to my house"