Re: Book 2, Chapter #1: Murder Most Foul
Alergast’s face softened as he watched Pisca on the floor next to the bars, trying to comfort Ven. And maybe trying to comfort herself as well. He gave Liseth a brief nod as she tried to explain Ven’s innocence.
“That’s how it seems to me too, Torv.” The big guard officer crossed his arms and looked uncomfortably at Ven wailing in the corner of his cell. “I just can’t see Ven doing . . . that. And you really don’t have any cause to believe that he did it, do you?” He raised an eyebrow at the sergeant. “Other than your suspicions?”
Torv opened his mouth to speak, but Kerr cut in first. “Like everyone’s saying, we found evidence at the mill that he didn’t do it, Lieutenant Barett,” he interjected. “Liseth’s right! From what we can tell, there was some sort of creature involved. It couldn’t have been Mister Vinder.”
Everyone watched as the blonde-haired acolyte reached towards the sobbing merchant and prayed to Sarenrae. Immediately a sense of calm flooded the room—everyone felt noticeably less tense, as if Liseth’s prayer simply washed away their anxiety, anger, or sorrow. Ven, no longer weeping, simply crumpled into the corner, as if he had no energy left to power his enormous frame.
Strangely, Sergeant Tiller also experienced a noticeable change. He seemed to look at Ven with new eyes, rather than the gimlet gaze he’d been using to this point. “That,” said Sandpoint’s most-feared sergeant, “that changes things.” His shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly, slightly marring his ramrod-straight posture.
“A creature, you say?” Alergast asked, giving Kerr a measured look that promised further conversation on this topic before turning to Torv. “I think it does,” he agreed. The edge of his mouth quirked slightly upward as Cato spoke. “Thank you for the promotion, Cato, but I’m still just a lieutenant.” He gave the group a curt nod. “Based on your testimony, and the lack of evidence against him, I think we can release Ven.” He glanced at Tiller. “Don’t you think, Torv?” The bald-headed sergeant nodded his assent. “Then it’s agreed.”
The lieutenant reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out a key ring. He quickly ran through the keys with his fingers before settling on one of the larger ones. He inserted it into the door of Ven’s cell, quickly unlocking, then opening it.
“You’re free to go, Ven.” Alergast said, not unkindly. “And I know this doesn’t do anything right now, but I’m very sorry for your loss.” Ven continued to huddle in the corner, giving no sign that he’d heard anything. Alergast looked at the group. “I can make sure he gets home, unless you’d prefer to take him?”