Malkanas

Talent is never easy to come by.

As I walk beneath gilded archways of crimson and gold, I am left to wonder if this city was left the better or the worse for being spared complete destruction. For all their vanity, there is little of merit to be found. Even those bards who draw crowds by the thousands resort to only glimpsing Silvermoon from a higher perch on a secure balcony. Unfortunately, rats do not have wings, and so I lingered among the common folk.

Common. This word suits the situation well. I scan the crowd and see nothing I have not seen before. The roll of my dice, as idle as I am, attracted no attention other than my own. All the better. The tea was never quite to my tastes anyway.

Bloodhound:

I mind you least of all, out of the others. You care for him; it is not your fault he does not share your desires. We orcs are short-lived compared to your people. Perhaps in fifty years or so he will have changed his mind.

Be careful that you do not make your move too soon, however. He is still mine.

OFFICER’S REPORT (FILE COPY)
Case #: 481516
Reporting: Sir Sidoran Sunlash, Chief Security Officer of the Legion

(p.1) Regarding the Sexual Assault and Aggravated Harassment of Rhosyn (hereafter referred to as “the Victim”),

I interviewed the Victim early on the morning of 26/4. The statement she gave, paraphrased here due to technical difficulties with the recording equipment, was initially very similar to the statement given to Convocate Sebastien Kerwin (File Missing) and coincides with the report from Doctor Jakobus Nachtengaal ([url=http://www.rp-haven.com/blog/jakobus/report_regarding_rhosyn_delivered_lady_aramalia_solisbane]File Attached[/url]). New developments are detailed from Paragraph 3 onward, with notes included for the benefit of fellow investigators.

(( semi-useful recap of yesterday's events, from Rhosy's perspective and knowledge. Brief! Very brief! Since I couldn't find the logs from all these conversations. Intended as a personal reference more than anything, since my attempts at narrating are woefully inadequate. -.- ))

She keeps offering me tea.

I keep telling her it’s poisoned.

Jim’s trying so hard to keep me calm, in between moments where his head is buried in a bucket, emptying the contents of his stomach. I think he knows it’s not working, and I think he knows that he can’t help in his state. I think he knows, but Light bless him, he keeps trying.

The following is on wanted posters, spread around Silvermoon on all government buildings and buildings of note.