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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Stormonu" data-source="post: 8278882" data-attributes="member: 52734">Alanik Ray pressed his steepled fingers to his lips as he slipped back into the velvet lining of his wheelchair.  “Well,” he spoke after a moment, adjusting his glasses, “It’s clear Mr. Havismort’s death was no suicide.”  The lights of the rattling train car flickered to life as the train passed into a length of dark tunnel, illuminating Alanik’s gaunt features.  “He was murdered.””Well, alright,” sneered the silver-plate dressed warrior, Targar, from where he stood beside the chair-bound detective, “By whom?””That, I cannot tell you,” Alanik replied, leaning forward, “But I can tell you perhaps why.”  He bent downward, running his slim fingers over the inverted pants pocket of the dead man crumpled in the jade passenger’s seat.  “It appears someone has stolen something from our departed friend.””Any idea what?” The earnest ginger-haired halfling seated across the isle inquired.  Targar’s eyebrow momentarily lifted incredulously, but he instead turned his gaze to follow the others as Alanik scratched his smooth chin.”Based on these bluish stains to the pocket, I surmise it is something brass - and very old,” Alanik surmised.”Perhaps a pocket watch?”  Elon, the blue-dressed enchantress asked helpfully from behind Alanik’s chair.Alanik did not respond directly as his eyes scrutinized the body once again.  His concentration was interrupted as a hand loudly thumped against the glass-windowed door between rail cars.  As it slid down the window, it left behind a greasy stain of bluish ichor.”They’re getting restless again,” Johanne, the cleric of Ezra stated to the others as he arose from the scene.  “We should get moving again.”Alanik leaned back as the others gathered up and Targar drew his blade in readiness.  “Perhaps we can ask about this when we reach the Final Car,” he mused.As the first bodily rush against the outer door resounded through the rail car, the group tensed, and began their withdraw.  “Perhaps,” Alanik scowled, taking a moment to ensure his pistol was within reach.</blockquote>

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