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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mallak" data-source="post: 2944374" data-attributes="member: 37105">A dirty butcher's smock hangs on the wall near the entrance to the room.  There are some canvas gloves in the pocket.  Malachi dons these and begins his inspection of the body."Eh, my name's Sam, Sam Hill.  Wot'd you say yore name was?"  In an aside to the little gnome, he says, "You think yer friend otter be pokin' around the body like that?  He's liable to make it mad."Malachi slowly works his way over the body from head to...foot stump.  The flesh still retains some warmth, but whether from the fire of the night or the heat of the day, it's hard to say.  Hello, what's this?  There is a small puncture wound in the left side of the rib cage, about a quarter inch across.  The flesh peels away at the edges to reveal the ribs underneath.  They have been chipped, as if struck by a sharp object.  There is neither light nor room enough to see into the chest cavity, but Malachi suspects it is not unlikely that the metal head of a small crossbow bolt or arrow might be lodged in there.  He revisits the skull and some impressions he noticed earlier.  A section just above and behind the left ear is cracked and broken, as if struck by a heavy, blunt object.  Continuing with his inspection, Malachi uses his dagger to cut away bits of what might have been a blue wool jacket and brown canvas pants from the skin to which they are fused.  The proportions of the body seem to be right for the captain, too.  Malachi doesn't think Captain Ben wore any jewelry, but if he did, there's no sign of it on the body.In the outer room, Naomi listens intently to Magyar before making a few tosses.  Her stance is passable for a first time juggler, but her throws are completely wild.  After a few energetic attempts, she jumps to throwing the little ball up with her right hand, lunging and catching it with her left, and transfering back to her right, sort of a spastic one ball shower.  "Look, Magyar, I'm juggling!  Give me more!"  The smell of burnt flesh is beginning to waft past the doorway where Malachi is performing his examination.  Naomi wrinkles her nose and coughs, fumbling the bullet.  "Oh, that smells aweful!  Did somebody burn something?"</blockquote>

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