Kinkade is utterly enchanted by the idea of the 10th Precinct and then even further fascinated by the mystery. It's everything he can do not to laugh with happiness.
"Where's the ball now?"
"Damn good question," Wibert says. "It wasn't at his place when we found him. Neither were any plans for the Ball. We're guessing whoever killed Frickard took it, but he could have hidden it somewhere himself for all we know."
Benson raises his hand. "The guy we grabbed out front. Olaf? His paper implied, pretty heavily, that the City Watch are the ones that killed Frickard. Is there any basis for this? I don't doubt that it's wrong, but if there is some kind of shadow falling on us, it's going to make questioning potential witnesses that much harder, and we need to be prepared for it. So all politics and speeches aside, is there any reason for someone to believe the Watch is responsible?"
Wibert snorts. Jurgen shakes his head. "The Republicans always think the government is up to dark consparicies. No one really takes them that seriously."
"Mostly they've just been sh*t-stirring," Wibert says. "Using this as an excuse to piss us off more than they normally do."
"Yeah, I'm familiar with it," Benson replies. "I just want to make sure we're not going to get out on the street, and find out a neighbor saw someone in a Watch uniform crawling out a window after the sound of the gunshot."
Eager to please, and already feeling out of his depth, Felix stammers his own question. "Um, I believe some of the first things done in this situation is to investigate the scene of the crime, to question those with, ah, 'motive,' and to question potential witnesses. Will we have access to this information or the authority to do so ourselves?
"You will have all the authority that the City Watch," Jurgen replies. "Detaining and questioning suspects is left at your discretion."
"Be careful they aren't some noble's son though," Wibert snarks.
Felix nods. "Have magical means been employed to try and locate this printing ball?"
"Once the violence started, it was one of the first things we tried," Lieutenant Jurgen says. "Thing is no one knows exactly what the Ball is or what it looks like. And no one worked with it directly except Frickard."
"We had a few members of Goldshield fly around with Location spells to find "small printing presses", but all we've found so far are the presses we know about. Even then, it's remarkably slow-going. Even if we were to hire the Inverted Pyrimad to cast a powerful divination spell, no one has touched the object or is familiar enough with it to find it."
"Any sign of forced entry to his home?" Elissa asks. "And what was he shot with?"
"No forced entry. It was a dragon pistol. Not sure what kind."
Baeril quietly climbs into a chair and listens, drumming his heels on the chair legs.
"What do we know about Frickard's background?" Kinkade asks. "How does a penmaker possess the mechanical know-how for something so sophisticated? Are we certain it was his creation in the first place? It could be he acquired it by some other means, and the murderer was simply taking back from Frickard what didn't belong to him."
The junior watchman rubs his chin thoughtfully, almost talking to himself at this point. He stops when he feels a few eyes on him.
"Sorry. Don't mean to get ahead of myself..."
"No, it's a good point," Elissa says. "We need to check his background, see if he knows any delvers or had been away from his shop for a period recently."
Jurgen shrugs. "That's speculation at this point. As far as we know, he created it in his spare time. But it's certainly possible it wasn't his to begin with."
"How thoroughly has the body been examined?" Deevolly asks. "And does anyone here know enough about the human body to do it themselves?"
"Girl, we clean up the mess. We don't get in elbow deep after the deed is done." Wibert says.
Captain Herdling clears his throat. "Guess that's a 'Not Very', Dee."
"Yessir, sounds like. Maybe somebody could take his highness Lord Reverend Bahamut to check out the body? Just to see if there's something going on there? Me, I'd like to check out the scene of the deed."
"Well, most clerics are given some knowledge of the body," Felix answers. "I can try. At the very least, perhaps I will at least have seen the body in case something unexpected becomes important over the course of our investigation.
There's the sound of a clearing throat and the Captains looks back to the grizzled Captain Nachtmann of the Temple District. "Are we done here?" Captain Nachtmann asks. "I have my own possible riot to take care of. People have been gathering outside the Temple of Locharit." Jurgen nods and the Temple District Captain walks out.
"If there's no further info here, I'm off to have a look see at the crime scene." grins Elissa. "But first, do you have anything for the... civilian members of the group, that will identify us to others in the Watchguard?"
"In fact we do Miss Gladesmere," Jurgen says. He reaches into a desk drawer and pulls out small, golden badges bearing the City's seal- a symbol seen on every Watchman's shield and uniform. The only difference is the number "10" emblazoned across the middle. Jurgen looks a little embarressed.
"Ah. We're... still working on the final design. We weren't expecting to activate the program quite this soon, but certain people... Well anyway, that will do for now. Sorry that it isn't real gold."
"If you all are ready to move on, please make sure to report to the quartermaster downstairs. The tower's armory and stores are a bit lighter than usual, for obvious reasons, but ask her for anything and she will try to accommodate you. She will also provide official papers for those who need them in case the badges aren't enough in certain areas.
"Good luck. Mister Munro, on your way out would you be so kind as to tell Captain Denton he may come in now?"
Baeril turns the shield over and over in his hand, bemused by this souvenier before tucking it into the inside pocket of his lederhosen.
"Would anyone like any pastries later? I'm going to stop by Good Eats or perhaps another shop in Fairbriar. I feel terrible that I promised you all pastries and didn't bring any. If everyone will be meeting back here later, I can bring you all some. Something about you watchman tells me that you enjoy a sweet!"
"Where's the ball now?"
"Damn good question," Wibert says. "It wasn't at his place when we found him. Neither were any plans for the Ball. We're guessing whoever killed Frickard took it, but he could have hidden it somewhere himself for all we know."
Benson raises his hand. "The guy we grabbed out front. Olaf? His paper implied, pretty heavily, that the City Watch are the ones that killed Frickard. Is there any basis for this? I don't doubt that it's wrong, but if there is some kind of shadow falling on us, it's going to make questioning potential witnesses that much harder, and we need to be prepared for it. So all politics and speeches aside, is there any reason for someone to believe the Watch is responsible?"
Wibert snorts. Jurgen shakes his head. "The Republicans always think the government is up to dark consparicies. No one really takes them that seriously."
"Mostly they've just been sh*t-stirring," Wibert says. "Using this as an excuse to piss us off more than they normally do."
"Yeah, I'm familiar with it," Benson replies. "I just want to make sure we're not going to get out on the street, and find out a neighbor saw someone in a Watch uniform crawling out a window after the sound of the gunshot."
Eager to please, and already feeling out of his depth, Felix stammers his own question. "Um, I believe some of the first things done in this situation is to investigate the scene of the crime, to question those with, ah, 'motive,' and to question potential witnesses. Will we have access to this information or the authority to do so ourselves?
"You will have all the authority that the City Watch," Jurgen replies. "Detaining and questioning suspects is left at your discretion."
"Be careful they aren't some noble's son though," Wibert snarks.
Felix nods. "Have magical means been employed to try and locate this printing ball?"
"Once the violence started, it was one of the first things we tried," Lieutenant Jurgen says. "Thing is no one knows exactly what the Ball is or what it looks like. And no one worked with it directly except Frickard."
"We had a few members of Goldshield fly around with Location spells to find "small printing presses", but all we've found so far are the presses we know about. Even then, it's remarkably slow-going. Even if we were to hire the Inverted Pyrimad to cast a powerful divination spell, no one has touched the object or is familiar enough with it to find it."
"Any sign of forced entry to his home?" Elissa asks. "And what was he shot with?"
"No forced entry. It was a dragon pistol. Not sure what kind."
Baeril quietly climbs into a chair and listens, drumming his heels on the chair legs.
"What do we know about Frickard's background?" Kinkade asks. "How does a penmaker possess the mechanical know-how for something so sophisticated? Are we certain it was his creation in the first place? It could be he acquired it by some other means, and the murderer was simply taking back from Frickard what didn't belong to him."
The junior watchman rubs his chin thoughtfully, almost talking to himself at this point. He stops when he feels a few eyes on him.
"Sorry. Don't mean to get ahead of myself..."
"No, it's a good point," Elissa says. "We need to check his background, see if he knows any delvers or had been away from his shop for a period recently."
Jurgen shrugs. "That's speculation at this point. As far as we know, he created it in his spare time. But it's certainly possible it wasn't his to begin with."
"How thoroughly has the body been examined?" Deevolly asks. "And does anyone here know enough about the human body to do it themselves?"
"Girl, we clean up the mess. We don't get in elbow deep after the deed is done." Wibert says.
Captain Herdling clears his throat. "Guess that's a 'Not Very', Dee."
"Yessir, sounds like. Maybe somebody could take his highness Lord Reverend Bahamut to check out the body? Just to see if there's something going on there? Me, I'd like to check out the scene of the deed."
"Well, most clerics are given some knowledge of the body," Felix answers. "I can try. At the very least, perhaps I will at least have seen the body in case something unexpected becomes important over the course of our investigation.
There's the sound of a clearing throat and the Captains looks back to the grizzled Captain Nachtmann of the Temple District. "Are we done here?" Captain Nachtmann asks. "I have my own possible riot to take care of. People have been gathering outside the Temple of Locharit." Jurgen nods and the Temple District Captain walks out.
"If there's no further info here, I'm off to have a look see at the crime scene." grins Elissa. "But first, do you have anything for the... civilian members of the group, that will identify us to others in the Watchguard?"
"In fact we do Miss Gladesmere," Jurgen says. He reaches into a desk drawer and pulls out small, golden badges bearing the City's seal- a symbol seen on every Watchman's shield and uniform. The only difference is the number "10" emblazoned across the middle. Jurgen looks a little embarressed.
"Ah. We're... still working on the final design. We weren't expecting to activate the program quite this soon, but certain people... Well anyway, that will do for now. Sorry that it isn't real gold."
"If you all are ready to move on, please make sure to report to the quartermaster downstairs. The tower's armory and stores are a bit lighter than usual, for obvious reasons, but ask her for anything and she will try to accommodate you. She will also provide official papers for those who need them in case the badges aren't enough in certain areas.
"Good luck. Mister Munro, on your way out would you be so kind as to tell Captain Denton he may come in now?"
Baeril turns the shield over and over in his hand, bemused by this souvenier before tucking it into the inside pocket of his lederhosen.
"Would anyone like any pastries later? I'm going to stop by Good Eats or perhaps another shop in Fairbriar. I feel terrible that I promised you all pastries and didn't bring any. If everyone will be meeting back here later, I can bring you all some. Something about you watchman tells me that you enjoy a sweet!"