Clockwork, Steam & Sorcery

Froud adjusts his Cap after Linda patted his head, absently, since she seemed to do it quite often when they were together.
'Murders, eh? Well, that is News, eh Gang? I wonder what the Broadsheets will have to say about that come morning...'
Froud orders another Ale and some chips.
 

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Hoy! Old Hob,what is the scuttlebut about the suspect? Forge getting a bad idea into his head. If his father knew Forge had delusions of being a Longstock he would loose 50 years of life.
 

Hob's face creases as he tries to recollect his thoughts. "A Man, if that helps. Dressed in tatters and soiled from head to toe, but they found a rather cruel-looking blade on 'im. They think it might even be bewitched Orc-work. It took four men to bring 'im down, they says, and he was rattling nonsense the whole time, I hear. The court date's in a few days, and likely he'll be headed to the headman for sure."
 

That certainly sounds like an easy case. That man will hang quickly, says Linda. Who did he kill again? Or try to kill?
 

Elias turns to Linda, "I wager I could go down to Cockscombe right now and find you half a dozen beggars, thieves and drunkards who all carry wicked blades and talk drivel. Sounds to me like the Longstocks are clutching at straws."

He draws his attention back to Hob.

"Do continue my good fellow. Perhaps you could tell us if there's any actual evidence to connect this unfortunate to the crime as well."
 

Larina, silent until now, stops massaging her temples and looks to the others. "Oooh, my head..." after a few seconds of relative silence, she speaks again, louder. "Typical! I can never get any sympathy from anyone! My head is pounding like two orcs in the evening and no-one cares! Hmph." she flicks her head a little, getting rid of the hair in front of her face, and creating a sort of wave of black, "You'd best watch your stuff, the Greatest Thief in the World may well be paying you all a visit!" She strikes a pose that could likely be considered naff, cheesy, over-confidece or a mixture of the three to anybody including herself. She then sticks her tounge out at everyone else and sinks back into her chair before snickering a little. "Nah, you know I love you guys..." As the rest of the conversation half sinks in, she shakes her head and looks to them again. "So, what were we talking about?"
 

Linda smiles at Elias It is not a matter of innocence or guilty; it is more whether the city shows that it is dispensing justice.
 

You Humans are so backward. The Law is important but so is being right about who you sentence. Forge orders another drink. I wonder if they really have the killer.
 

Hob shrugs his shoulders. "Don't know much more'n that. But that blade he carried is highly incriminatin' don't you think? If it's Orc-work, he may lose his head just the same, on account of the Vendetta."

To Linda, he turns and says, "He's killed quite a few people in the last several weeks, at least a dozen. No one of high stature, mostly vagabonds and street sweepers and the like. Most of the murders happened in Cockscombe, now that I think of it. A couple in Rooksbridge and Coventry, but mostly in Cockscombe."
 

Linda shakes her head. Well everybody will see that it is insufficient evidence. The murders will continue after the poor man is killed. Does the sheriff not see this? She is stirred by the injustice that's about to occur.
 

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