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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 3853202" data-attributes="member: 4441">Valerian, the lingering auras were strong, at the least, considering how fast they're fading.As elf and hobgoblin speak to the watch of their conjections, the commander, a sturdy older man with salt and pepper hair, strokes his short beard with concern."Master Vorj is known to us, and he is careful about who he lets in his caravan.  His reputation is solid, and he allows nothing to sully it.  We've had help from some of his passengers in the past.  And your conjectures seem very solid.  Aye, we've heard of these crimes before, but we never thought they'd touch a town this size!  And from what you say, a rogue magician to boot.  Host's favor, I hope Hog is up to the task."  He turns to one of the other members of the watch."Get Kennelmaster Hog and have him bring the pack.  The culprit may yet be near, and by Olladra's luck, the fool stole unusual leather.  Purple, kingsflower leather.  The man practically picked the plains bare of 'em to make his dye.  The hound'll have an easier time with scenting that."The commander seems to believe your words to be the truth and accepts your presence with Master Vorj.As the commander steps out to question more people, Arrgha'n, you do catch a glimpse of something unusual under one of the tables.  A ragged spiral, drawn in blood, is inscribed on the bottom of the table.  You noticed it only because you were kneeling to examine the floor.  ~~~~Maavnod, the commander walks out of the Guildhall after a few minutes, speaks briefly to Master Vorj, and then walks over to you, eyeing you carefully."So... what was all that racket about?  Master Vorj calls you a steady hand, not given to making noise so what was all that about?"~~~~~"  "I know... many things," she says with an odd seriously, locking eyes with him in a way that's mildly disconcerting.  For a moment she touches the side of your mouth that's curled up, then turns back to the crowd.  "The crown is not Andoran's," she says positively.  "He uses the crown, when it allows, but he does not command it.  No, I'm not sure what this means, but Andoran knew it would help us-."  She quiets herself as one of the watch comes over to take their statement.  Oliver politely and truthfully insists he was busy as the caravan, as the Yatrax.  The officer seems distracted slightly by the buzz around him, but seems to take you at your word.Kurst, you too are questioned, and though the officer glares at you hard for your nervous and trembling manner, Vorj's insistance that the members of his caravan were not even about when the murder happened seems to help your tale.  Maavnod, as you, Oliver, Yatrax, and Kurst are all questioned, you get an odd feeling.  You're cold and your bones ache ever so slightly.  You blink, and for a moment see a great green hand (just the hand mind you, no arm or body attached) above the commander's head.  One long, spindly finger is ringed with a tiny gray crown.  It is gone almost as soon as you notice.OOC: Alchemical items provided are a half dozen each of alchemist's fire, acid, alchemist's frost, alchemist's spark, and noxious smokesticks.  Nothing terribly fancy, but they're the groups' to do with as they please.</blockquote>

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