Vanthen

Boxes upon boxes lined the walls of Vanthen’s newly renovated “home.” Harlot Hell, the long-abandoned brothel on Murder Row and birthplace of the Sorin’von brothers, had acquired many scars over the years. A recent change of heart by a particular magister changed this, however.  The dirt, the broken windows, the rotten floorboards, all found washed away by Ranidaris’ coin purse.

“We’ll turn it into an inn. The profits can go towards food drives for the impoverished on the Row. Both you and I know there aren’t enough around to properly meet the needs of everybody.”

Of course, the Magister failed to mention that he wouldn’t be lift a finger to help with the renovations. That all fell to Vanthen’s fastidious working hands. So, the mercenary put every drop of his spare time that wasn’t spent drinking into this project. Ranidaris paid, Vanthen worked. Today held no exceptions.

There are three names you cannot say and I am happier than I have ever been to know that mine is one of them.

While you cannot say mine, i repeat yours to myself until it feels like my own. Euphadora. The name hums in my heart like a summer song while I watch you. I'm grateful that you've given me this quiet moment. I'm thankful to just be near you in an air that doesn't insist on idle talk or distracting banter. You write your reports in the sunlit bakeshop. You brush your lush red hair behind your ear with a delicate forgiveness. I can hear your sighs and watch your tilted expressions in reaction to the thoughts you pen. I am filled with hope and a radiance that brings me divine peace.

"This... ain't right. She's just a girl I met at a club. She's just a girl who didn't know how t' dance..."

Vanthen ran his hands anxiously through his hair, until coming in contact with his hairtie. Thoughtlessly, he tore it out and tossed it aside. His sun-touched hair, now free from its bonds, cascaded down over his shoulders and enveloped the frame of his face. 

"So, what will you do?" uttered a voice from indiscernable origin. 

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.

Rhosyn's hands shook as she gently tapped the parchment sheets into place. The report itself was brief. The first page alone was enough to accurately represent the sheer amount of confusion she met upon looking the male over, but the four pages attached behind went into such meticulous detail that any question of her competence would be swiftly disolved. And yet, as she exited her office, her patient long gone, and handed off the small packet to an Adept, she couldn't help but feel she had failed.

What had happened to him, and, more importantly, who did it?

Those who had asked her to perform the exam thought they knew. They had no idea why. She supposed she would play a role yet in discovering the truth. Bitterly she hoped she never found out.