Systole
First Post
"There was a time when Mr. Wiste misplaced an article of some worth," Harry explains to Tyrien, uncharacteristically stone-faced. "As I was in the vicinity, he ... made some unwarranted accusations, miss. I'm afraid there was a bit of a fracas. When it was all sorted out, I learned to I stay out of Mr. Wiste's store, and Mr. Wiste learned that sometimes an old blind man can swing a cane with unexpected force and accuracy."
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The shopkeeper snorts a laugh. "Not as unpleasant as you might think! The murders have got all kinds of specialty goods in high demand -- crossbows, bear traps, lucky charms and holy symbols ... I've been doing quite the business!" He sobers and gives Eanos another oily smile, but he does seem to be telling the truth. "But I know which side my bread is buttered on, and I know who you are. Let's see ..." Wiste puts on a pair of spectacles and examines the paper. "Yes, that is indeed a jeweler's mark. Johann and Sons, out of Venza. I know them well. Back in the day, Don Faizal, gods rest his soul, used to have me order pieces for his girlfriends from them. 'Only the best, Rudy!' he'd say. A gentleman of the first water, was the Don."
He takes off his spectacles and cleans them thoughtfully. "Any Johann and Sons jewelry that came into Gandling would probably have come through me ... barring extraordinary circumstances, of course. But I haven't seen any of that mark since ... well, since the Don was alive." His eyes glow with piggish greed as he reaches a realization. "Ah-ha! So the murderers are all about robbery, are they? Well, if you do manage to track the killers down, and some of their loot happened to get, ah, misplaced, then that could be to a ... let's call it a 'mutual financial advantage.'"
. . . . Blind Harry . . . . . . . Rudolf Wiste . . .
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The shopkeeper snorts a laugh. "Not as unpleasant as you might think! The murders have got all kinds of specialty goods in high demand -- crossbows, bear traps, lucky charms and holy symbols ... I've been doing quite the business!" He sobers and gives Eanos another oily smile, but he does seem to be telling the truth. "But I know which side my bread is buttered on, and I know who you are. Let's see ..." Wiste puts on a pair of spectacles and examines the paper. "Yes, that is indeed a jeweler's mark. Johann and Sons, out of Venza. I know them well. Back in the day, Don Faizal, gods rest his soul, used to have me order pieces for his girlfriends from them. 'Only the best, Rudy!' he'd say. A gentleman of the first water, was the Don."
He takes off his spectacles and cleans them thoughtfully. "Any Johann and Sons jewelry that came into Gandling would probably have come through me ... barring extraordinary circumstances, of course. But I haven't seen any of that mark since ... well, since the Don was alive." His eyes glow with piggish greed as he reaches a realization. "Ah-ha! So the murderers are all about robbery, are they? Well, if you do manage to track the killers down, and some of their loot happened to get, ah, misplaced, then that could be to a ... let's call it a 'mutual financial advantage.'"


. . . . Blind Harry . . . . . . . Rudolf Wiste . . .