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<blockquote data-quote="Trench" data-source="post: 4205321" data-attributes="member: 40464"><p>Still holding the badge in his hand like he's not quite sure what to do with it, Felix moves to where he can talk to Captain Herdling.</p><p></p><p>"Um, sir? Where would I be able to go to view the body? Are you the person I should ask?"</p><p></p><p>"heh," Captin Herdling chuckles. "Nope. Hey Edgar!"</p><p></p><p>The Temple District Captain looks in from down the hall. "You mind taking Lord Dallimothan with you? Since you're heading that way.</p><p></p><p>Captain Nacthmann hesitiates for a moment. "If he's willing," he says.</p><p></p><p>"There you go," Herdling says.</p><p></p><p>Nachtmann seems tense for a moment, and then shakes his head as Felix walks out to join him. "By the way, that armor isn't regulation." he says dryly.</p><p></p><p>"You know, I've heard that," the Midtown captain laughs. Nachtmann shrugs and motions to the cleric to follow him.</p><p></p><p>Felix follows Captain Nachtmann, taking care to pay attention to his surroundings so that he can find his way back. Felix decides to put clip the badge to his belt. It shouldn't have the same prominence as Bahamut's symbol, but it should be visible to the public.</p><p></p><p>Cipke and Deevolly leave as well, gossiping eagerly about their new assignment. Elissa walks to join them and as she does so, pockets her shield, before slipping past the gnome to the stairs, whispering <em>"Ich sage nie nicht, Gebäck freizugeben!"</em> in gnomish as she goes.</p><p></p><p>As Elissa leaves, Baeril points toward her and whispers to his thrush, Half-Penny, as if explaining something to the bird.</p><p></p><p>A moment later, he drops from his chair and slips out onto the street.</p><p></p><p>~</p><p></p><p>Benson was the first to leave the meeting and walks straight to the privy. Opening the foul room, Benson finds Olaf covering his nose. The Republican hastily uncovers his nose and shoots a bored look toward the watchman, as if he was used to being tossed into smelly cells by cruel guards.</p><p></p><p>"Already? I was just getting used to the smell."</p><p></p><p>"Oh? I can probably help you with that, depending on how talkative you feel." Benson closes the door behind him, crowding the small room. "Might even get those manacles off you.</p><p></p><p>"I read your paper. Now, I'm not from this district - I just came over from Oldtown, so I don't know everything about what's going on. I go upstairs, they're just going to tell me what they want me to hear. But I want more. I want to hear the truth. Is it true the Watch killed your man Frickard?"</p><p></p><p>Olaf snorts. "Of course it is! It's the sort of thing the Empire does to those promising real change." He leans in "The Empire wouldn't want something like the Writing Ball to exist. Think of it! The ability for any man to publish when they wanted. The sharing of information on a mass scale! Frickard may not have been a Republican, but he was certainly one in spirit."</p><p></p><p>"The Empire's got more than the Watch at its disposal. Did anyone see Watchmen at his house the night he died?"</p><p></p><p>"The Watch only showed when a member of the Scribe's Guild went in to talk to Frickard and found the body. But you're right, the Watch have other means. Do... you sympathize with the cause?"</p><p></p><p>"The cause? Giving voice to the people?"</p><p> </p><p>Olaf nods enthusiastically.</p><p></p><p>"This is a government by the rich and few. A truly democratic republic can give voice to those unheard. Imagine! Poverty in the Warrens could actually be addressed! Those gilded houses past Dalenguard marginalized as they have to us!"</p><p></p><p>"I don't know that I'd really say 'sympathetic,' but it seems to me the only people afraid of words are the ones who have something to be afraid of. Excluding the Empire and its agents for the moment, do you have any guess as to who in town would be so upset by the Writer's Ball that they'd kill a man in his sleep? Heard any rumors, whispering that someone local was responsible?"</p><p> </p><p>"Well the guilds were certainly upset. Besides them, no. I'm from the old Market, so the South is too hoity for the likes of us."</p><p></p><p>Olaf leans in, clearly surprised at the sympathetic ear he's receiving from a watchman. "If you truly wish to know more about our cause. I could arrange for a meeting with certain peoples... We could use a man inside the beuracracy."</p><p></p><p>"Right now it's Cadderly that I'd like to know more about. I want to bring the guilty party to justice, no matter who it is." He uncuffs Olaf, but doesn't let him out of the makeshift cell, yet. "If you think your acquaintances might have some info, tell them to come in and give a statement. And when you're hocking your papers, keep an eye out for who's gathering - these Guilds are looking for a fight, and they're not going to care if you're standing in between them at the time."</p><p></p><p>Olaf loks at Benson warily, still disbelieving the watchman's agreeability.</p><p></p><p>"I'll let them know. Can I go now?"</p><p> </p><p>Benson walks Olaf to the front door. "If you want to get in touch with me, you can do it... well, here, I suppose. And no more taking swings at the Watch!" he calls after the departing man. Once Olaf has scooped up what's left of his papers and grabbed his empty crate, Benson heads back into the tower to visit the quartermaster and find Kinkade.</p><p></p><p>~</p><p></p><p>Kinkade exits, tapping the new badge into his palm, to look for Captain Denton and then to join Benson in questioning Olaf.</p><p> </p><p>Once he finds him, Captain Denton nods at Munro's missive and strides toward the closed door, where angry voices are already heard. The South Market captain hesitates and turns back to Kinkade. "We'll try getting off on a better foot later, yes?" Denton shrugs apologetically and walks into the office. </p><p></p><p>"Sir," Kinkade smiles. "I hate to keep you from the fun, but I wonder if you'd have time for a quick question or two before you join them..."</p><p> </p><p>"If you make it quick," Denton says, obviously not too eager to walk into the office. "What about, Munro?"</p><p></p><p>"Well, about the murder, sir. More specifically, about," Kinkade pauses as his eyes wander down to Denton's hip, "Guns. It's a high tech crime, isn't it? I wonder if any prominent gun-owners in South Market or elsewhere...gun-owners that might be capable or have motive...leap to mind? We have a man downstairs that thinks the Watch responsible, sir, as preposterous as that seems. Who do you think did it and why?"</p><p> </p><p>Denton's cheeks flush at the question.</p><p></p><p>"If I knew that do you think we'd be calling you here Munro? It's legal to carry firearms with the proper permit. Could have been anyone. Although the Ironworkers have lots of Teun and Iron God worshippers. They'd more likely carry a gun than a sword."</p><p></p><p>"Now if you're through implying my ineptitude, I have another group of people waiting and ready to tell me that directly."</p><p></p><p>The Captain angrily walks off toward the office.</p><p></p><p>"Captain, wait! I wasn't implying anything! I know we don't know who did it...but you weren't in the room with the rest of us. I figured I'd ask the expert on South Market. I'm sorry if it came out the wrong way."</p><p></p><p>Denton grunts at the apology. "My district deals with burglaries, not murder. I have about as good an idea as who owns a gun as Wibert knows bathwater. Why don't you try solving the crime? I hear it's what you're good at."</p><p></p><p>"And if you honestly think one of the guard is a possible suspect, then perhaps Wibert was right for choosing you as well."</p><p></p><p>Denton slams the door behind him.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Trench, post: 4205321, member: 40464"] Still holding the badge in his hand like he's not quite sure what to do with it, Felix moves to where he can talk to Captain Herdling. "Um, sir? Where would I be able to go to view the body? Are you the person I should ask?" "heh," Captin Herdling chuckles. "Nope. Hey Edgar!" The Temple District Captain looks in from down the hall. "You mind taking Lord Dallimothan with you? Since you're heading that way. Captain Nacthmann hesitiates for a moment. "If he's willing," he says. "There you go," Herdling says. Nachtmann seems tense for a moment, and then shakes his head as Felix walks out to join him. "By the way, that armor isn't regulation." he says dryly. "You know, I've heard that," the Midtown captain laughs. Nachtmann shrugs and motions to the cleric to follow him. Felix follows Captain Nachtmann, taking care to pay attention to his surroundings so that he can find his way back. Felix decides to put clip the badge to his belt. It shouldn't have the same prominence as Bahamut's symbol, but it should be visible to the public. Cipke and Deevolly leave as well, gossiping eagerly about their new assignment. Elissa walks to join them and as she does so, pockets her shield, before slipping past the gnome to the stairs, whispering [i]"Ich sage nie nicht, Gebäck freizugeben!"[/i] in gnomish as she goes. As Elissa leaves, Baeril points toward her and whispers to his thrush, Half-Penny, as if explaining something to the bird. A moment later, he drops from his chair and slips out onto the street. ~ Benson was the first to leave the meeting and walks straight to the privy. Opening the foul room, Benson finds Olaf covering his nose. The Republican hastily uncovers his nose and shoots a bored look toward the watchman, as if he was used to being tossed into smelly cells by cruel guards. "Already? I was just getting used to the smell." "Oh? I can probably help you with that, depending on how talkative you feel." Benson closes the door behind him, crowding the small room. "Might even get those manacles off you. "I read your paper. Now, I'm not from this district - I just came over from Oldtown, so I don't know everything about what's going on. I go upstairs, they're just going to tell me what they want me to hear. But I want more. I want to hear the truth. Is it true the Watch killed your man Frickard?" Olaf snorts. "Of course it is! It's the sort of thing the Empire does to those promising real change." He leans in "The Empire wouldn't want something like the Writing Ball to exist. Think of it! The ability for any man to publish when they wanted. The sharing of information on a mass scale! Frickard may not have been a Republican, but he was certainly one in spirit." "The Empire's got more than the Watch at its disposal. Did anyone see Watchmen at his house the night he died?" "The Watch only showed when a member of the Scribe's Guild went in to talk to Frickard and found the body. But you're right, the Watch have other means. Do... you sympathize with the cause?" "The cause? Giving voice to the people?" Olaf nods enthusiastically. "This is a government by the rich and few. A truly democratic republic can give voice to those unheard. Imagine! Poverty in the Warrens could actually be addressed! Those gilded houses past Dalenguard marginalized as they have to us!" "I don't know that I'd really say 'sympathetic,' but it seems to me the only people afraid of words are the ones who have something to be afraid of. Excluding the Empire and its agents for the moment, do you have any guess as to who in town would be so upset by the Writer's Ball that they'd kill a man in his sleep? Heard any rumors, whispering that someone local was responsible?" "Well the guilds were certainly upset. Besides them, no. I'm from the old Market, so the South is too hoity for the likes of us." Olaf leans in, clearly surprised at the sympathetic ear he's receiving from a watchman. "If you truly wish to know more about our cause. I could arrange for a meeting with certain peoples... We could use a man inside the beuracracy." "Right now it's Cadderly that I'd like to know more about. I want to bring the guilty party to justice, no matter who it is." He uncuffs Olaf, but doesn't let him out of the makeshift cell, yet. "If you think your acquaintances might have some info, tell them to come in and give a statement. And when you're hocking your papers, keep an eye out for who's gathering - these Guilds are looking for a fight, and they're not going to care if you're standing in between them at the time." Olaf loks at Benson warily, still disbelieving the watchman's agreeability. "I'll let them know. Can I go now?" Benson walks Olaf to the front door. "If you want to get in touch with me, you can do it... well, here, I suppose. And no more taking swings at the Watch!" he calls after the departing man. Once Olaf has scooped up what's left of his papers and grabbed his empty crate, Benson heads back into the tower to visit the quartermaster and find Kinkade. ~ Kinkade exits, tapping the new badge into his palm, to look for Captain Denton and then to join Benson in questioning Olaf. Once he finds him, Captain Denton nods at Munro's missive and strides toward the closed door, where angry voices are already heard. The South Market captain hesitates and turns back to Kinkade. "We'll try getting off on a better foot later, yes?" Denton shrugs apologetically and walks into the office. "Sir," Kinkade smiles. "I hate to keep you from the fun, but I wonder if you'd have time for a quick question or two before you join them..." "If you make it quick," Denton says, obviously not too eager to walk into the office. "What about, Munro?" "Well, about the murder, sir. More specifically, about," Kinkade pauses as his eyes wander down to Denton's hip, "Guns. It's a high tech crime, isn't it? I wonder if any prominent gun-owners in South Market or elsewhere...gun-owners that might be capable or have motive...leap to mind? We have a man downstairs that thinks the Watch responsible, sir, as preposterous as that seems. Who do you think did it and why?" Denton's cheeks flush at the question. "If I knew that do you think we'd be calling you here Munro? It's legal to carry firearms with the proper permit. Could have been anyone. Although the Ironworkers have lots of Teun and Iron God worshippers. They'd more likely carry a gun than a sword." "Now if you're through implying my ineptitude, I have another group of people waiting and ready to tell me that directly." The Captain angrily walks off toward the office. "Captain, wait! I wasn't implying anything! I know we don't know who did it...but you weren't in the room with the rest of us. I figured I'd ask the expert on South Market. I'm sorry if it came out the wrong way." Denton grunts at the apology. "My district deals with burglaries, not murder. I have about as good an idea as who owns a gun as Wibert knows bathwater. Why don't you try solving the crime? I hear it's what you're good at." "And if you honestly think one of the guard is a possible suspect, then perhaps Wibert was right for choosing you as well." Denton slams the door behind him. [/QUOTE]
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