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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lackhand" data-source="post: 3797085" data-attributes="member: 36160">Valandil: I've already described the faint dusting of ash outside the window. The facing window -- the little girl's room -- provides an excellent vantage to what have happened that night. The others, not so much, however.The remaining watchmen proceed about managing the details of the crimescene to your exacting specifications.Himura: You were able to climb the wall without too much difficulty at all. Time and again, it might have been nice to have been able to secure greater purchase , but a strong sword grip covers all flaws.The stone is rough-but-smooth, just a grade or two below "river-polished", but shaped such that there are enough ridges between the stones to use for grips. The shock of ash at the top is much slighter than you had thought, just an incidental dusting. Now your hands are dirty again, great.Valandil & Himura: The names of the boys were Willem and Eddard Tane, both engravers for the Post, a somewhat lowbrow broadsheet issuing from presses scattered across Dura and Cliffside. Cheapest paper, cheapest ink, cheapest block prints, and cheapest news.The ink-smirched brothers are fond of drinking, chasing women, and gambling, but have little time for leisure pursuits, as they are always busy.Their friends at the Post haven't seen them today; their manager, an obese and lively dwarf named Lyssa, had sent a runner to find them earlier, looking for them at all their usual haunts and failing.Your attempt to do the same is met with similar failure until you ran into the watchmen milling about a broken tavern window in the Goblin Quarter. A fight between a few hotheaded drunken louts broke out against some demihuman scum, Officer Taymon of the Day Watch informs you.His shiny breastplate gleamed regally on his six-foot frame, and the passing demihumans looked on him with a mixture of loathing and loathing. He's the only one not spattered with mud from the rain, a large black folding umbrella held in his gauntleted hand to keep his armor scintillating.Seems Willem and Eddard were in the crowd of ten humans that did a bit of drinking last night. They're in the drunk tank, miserable and reeling. The victims of their sottish rage were less lucky, one having been beaten to death, three with injuries charged with Disturbing the Peace, and another few unaccounted for.</blockquote>

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