[sblock=OOC] The drag marks are from the server’s dress after she approached the body and then retreated out of the room. The window in the back of the room is open and while you have not looked outside it, Alin knows from being a native that it just overlooks a thin pier where Hastel has his houseboat moored. The street in front of the Pearl would lead anyone walking from town down past the bar to the strip of stone walkway that wraps around the edges and leads to the pier.[sblock]
IC
Despite their pleas for help, nobody from the crowd seems keen on approaching the stage and tempting Hastel’s wrath further. The owner of the Pearl finally reached the three men who seemed hell bent on seeing the cause of his server’s dismay and with a voice that seemed too calm to be coming from one who looked so angry, Hastel told you to step aside and for once there was no argument, or side trick, from any of you.
Approaching the body in the floor slowly, Hastel grabbed it by the shoulders and rolled the figure over. While its face was coated in blood, it was obviously a gnomish male, his throart and wrists cut deeply, but cleanly. Backing away, leaving his own set of bloody footprints, Hastel seemed to speak into the air, the anger gone and shock clearly setting in.
“Who would do this to a gleeman and her prentice? They never hurt a soul…”
Kerwick’s maneuvering brought him to the outer rim of the crowd and judging by the pale looks on those on the stage whatever was in the room wasn’t a pretty sight to see. Keeping his eyes and ears open, he turned as the Pearl’s door opened and a watch patrol entered. The bouncer was obviously out of breath, as were the guards who followed him, but he pointed to the stage and the trio of guards moved towards the stage as quickly as they could.
Seeing you all huddled at the edge of the door, one of the guardsmen called out “Step away from the door in the name of Lord Stark of Sasserine.”
