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Coughing slightly on her pipe at Lumrolur's sudden wracked voice nearby, the dwarf woman arches her brow. "I'll defer to Alma Ostergaard's expertise there," she nods toward the albino half-elf.
Snorting to herself, Hlin seems tempted to demonize Torrga Icevein further, but she relents. "If I were the one paying you... But the merchants want the killer brought to justice. They're not particular if that's dead or alive. There’s a half-elven merchant here in Bryn Shander named Rendaril whose shop is in the market center. He helped organize the purse."
"Other suspects... well, Torrga hires a motley crew as caravan guards, each likely fled other cities as criminals. Some come west from Hundlestone or Fireshear, others bear the tattoos of pirates, others still are malcontents of the Ten-Towns." She sucks in her cheek, realizing you were asking about others besides those associated with Torrga Icevein, then gives a shrug. "They were found dead with an ice dagger through their hearts - an ice dagger that doesn't melt. Could be followers of Auril are involved."
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