[Chapter 0.02] The Scene of the Crime
Leaving Moggrim to stake out the Korzha house, Torgan and Rynwyrd headed towards the trading post. The neckbeard must be the owner, Saul. He was the one they had come to talk to, having gotten into a punch up with their victim shortly before his death. But the girl was what interested Torgan most.
Not like that, the bard reminded himself. Sure, she was pretty enough, but Torg had more pressing issues than trying to seduce some townie teenager. More than that, she stood out compared to the rest of the village, and that might be important. If not... well, she might be a bit less guarded with the words than the rest of her family.
He leaned over to Ryn as they approached. "We should split up. You go talk to the owner, I'll see if I can get anything out of the girl."
On a whim, he ducked out of sight a short distance away from the store. Just around the corner, he quietly sung a spell to himself, giving his eyes the ability to see magical auras. Maintaining the spell through concentration, he followed Ryn towards the trading post, a half dozen paces behind the elf. Giving the building a quick, surreptitious scan from the doorway, he turned to the young woman as if just noticing her for the first time.
"Oh, pardon me." He interjected, seemingly embarrassed to be interrupting her sewing, "But do you know Viorec Korzha? I hear he got into a bit of a scuffle here recently."