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<blockquote data-quote="Drusilia Nailo" data-source="post: 857212" data-attributes="member: 2062">The rain came down in sheets, drenching the two watchmen despite their heavy, hooded cloaks.&nbsp; They trudged through ankle-deep water, fighting to keep it from sweeping them down the street.&nbsp; &quot;I hate the rainy season,&quot; Dru groused.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Her partner nodded his silent agreement, and Dru sighed.&nbsp; Di'Fier had really warmed to her at first, and then had withdrawn.&nbsp; He shot her several nervous looks whenever they went out and walked the beat together.&nbsp; She knew why, too.&nbsp; Someone had told him who she was, or rather, who she had been.&nbsp; But... there was plenty of time to change his mind.&nbsp; If they didn't drown in the streets, or get cut down by the latest serial killer.&nbsp; &nbsp; Di'Fier finally coughed, looking over at her, with raindrops dripping from his eyelashes.&nbsp; &quot;I can't think like this,&quot; he told her.&nbsp; &quot;Let's go in and get something to eat.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; The two of them stepped inside a tavern in one corner of the Old City.&nbsp; There weren't many people in it tonight, so they had their choice of tables.&nbsp; &nbsp; After they sat, they ordered fish stew&nbsp; and ale.&nbsp; &quot;Alright,&quot; said Di'Fier, his brow furrowed.&nbsp; &quot;We have three bodies, all of them killed in the same way - multiple stab wounds to the stomach.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru nodded.&nbsp; &quot;The wounds look like they were made with a dagger.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;That could be just about anyone in the city,&quot; Di'Fier sighed.&nbsp; When the ale and stew appeared, he took a drink.&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru scowled.&nbsp; &quot;I know.&nbsp; Though the multiple wounds make me think that it's an amateur job.&quot;&nbsp; At Di'Fier's blank look, Dru shrugged.&nbsp; &quot;An assassin, at least, a good one, wouldn't have to stab someone that many times.&nbsp; Besides, the people that are turning up dead aren't the types of people that someone would pay someone to kill.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;True.&quot;&nbsp; Di'Fier said, &quot;We've got a dead barmaid, a dead pastry chef, and a dead carpenter.&nbsp; The only thing they seem to have in common is that they all live in Drac's End.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru grimaced at the fish stew, but bravely took two or three bites of it before responding to her partner.&nbsp; &quot;Not that I think it'll matter, but they're all human too.&nbsp; We shouldn't rule out the idea of someone from a different race wanting to rid himself of a few humans.&nbsp; Though... why those three is beyond me.&quot;&nbsp; She frowned, hoping that this investigation wouldn't lead her to her father's doorstep.&nbsp; This had better not be one of his little object lessons, she thought to herself.&nbsp;&nbsp; She finished off her ale.&nbsp; &quot;Let's go back to Drac's End and look around,&quot; she said with a sigh.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Di'Fier looked back at the door, and sighed as well.&nbsp; He clearly didn't want to go out in the weather either.&nbsp; &quot;Alright,&quot; he said, getting to his feet.&nbsp; &quot;Let's go.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Dru smiled, following the much taller human out the door.&nbsp; He wasn't a bad partner, she had to admit.&nbsp; She found herself wondering if Papa wasn't doing his organization a disservice by not allowing competent humans to work for him.&nbsp; And then all thoughts of Papa were banished by the shrieking wind and drowning rain.&nbsp; She shouted, so that Di'Fier could hear her,&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;Did I mention that I hate this weather?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;Once or twice,&quot; he shouted back.&nbsp; &nbsp; The two began angling towards Drac's End.&nbsp; There was a mystery to solve, and a murderer to arrest.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Drusilia Nailo, post: 857212, member: 2062"] The rain came down in sheets, drenching the two watchmen despite their heavy, hooded cloaks. They trudged through ankle-deep water, fighting to keep it from sweeping them down the street. "I hate the rainy season," Dru groused. Her partner nodded his silent agreement, and Dru sighed. Di'Fier had really warmed to her at first, and then had withdrawn. He shot her several nervous looks whenever they went out and walked the beat together. She knew why, too. Someone had told him who she was, or rather, who she had been. But... there was plenty of time to change his mind. If they didn't drown in the streets, or get cut down by the latest serial killer. Di'Fier finally coughed, looking over at her, with raindrops dripping from his eyelashes. "I can't think like this," he told her. "Let's go in and get something to eat." The two of them stepped inside a tavern in one corner of the Old City. There weren't many people in it tonight, so they had their choice of tables. After they sat, they ordered fish stew and ale. "Alright," said Di'Fier, his brow furrowed. "We have three bodies, all of them killed in the same way - multiple stab wounds to the stomach." Dru nodded. "The wounds look like they were made with a dagger." "That could be just about anyone in the city," Di'Fier sighed. When the ale and stew appeared, he took a drink. Dru scowled. "I know. Though the multiple wounds make me think that it's an amateur job." At Di'Fier's blank look, Dru shrugged. "An assassin, at least, a good one, wouldn't have to stab someone that many times. Besides, the people that are turning up dead aren't the types of people that someone would pay someone to kill." "True." Di'Fier said, "We've got a dead barmaid, a dead pastry chef, and a dead carpenter. The only thing they seem to have in common is that they all live in Drac's End." Dru grimaced at the fish stew, but bravely took two or three bites of it before responding to her partner. "Not that I think it'll matter, but they're all human too. We shouldn't rule out the idea of someone from a different race wanting to rid himself of a few humans. Though... why those three is beyond me." She frowned, hoping that this investigation wouldn't lead her to her father's doorstep. [i]This had better not be one of his little object lessons,[/i] she thought to herself. She finished off her ale. "Let's go back to Drac's End and look around," she said with a sigh. Di'Fier looked back at the door, and sighed as well. He clearly didn't want to go out in the weather either. "Alright," he said, getting to his feet. "Let's go." Dru smiled, following the much taller human out the door. He wasn't a bad partner, she had to admit. She found herself wondering if Papa wasn't doing his organization a disservice by not allowing competent humans to work for him. And then all thoughts of Papa were banished by the shrieking wind and drowning rain. She shouted, so that Di'Fier could hear her, "Did I mention that I hate this weather?" "Once or twice," he shouted back. The two began angling towards Drac's End. There was a mystery to solve, and a murderer to arrest. [/QUOTE]

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