“Lady, I am Sir Constantine GodAlming and I had heard that there might be some problems afoot in the area and hoped that none of it was presenting a hardship or trouble to yourself.”

Sir Constantine Godalming rolled 23 using 1d20+8.  Diplomacy

“I understand that even those who pay much already in both tax and tithe are sometimes either extorted or tempted into easy profits.  I have nothing specific, but I thought perhaps you might have something helpful.”

Sir Constantine Godalming rolled 16 using 1d20+4.  Sense motive.

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I always forget to roll this, I guess I just basically trust people

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Bertille's brow furrowed and she scratched at her dimpled chin, looking more confused than alarmed.

"Problems afoot? No, I couldn't speak to many problems. It's mostly a quiet neighborhood, although it does get pretty busy what with the shops and whatnot around here. I s'pose that's why the city watch keeps this area well patrolled."

She shrugged.

"We buy an' sell, just about anything a body could have a need for. Lend too, on collateral. See anythin' that sparks yer interest?"

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Bertille doesn't seem like she's distressed or hiding anything.

“Truth be told we are investigating related to the ongoing trials and someone sent a tip this way, we have been tracking a very specific item that is a surgical kit, created by master Hora.”

Aside to Darcon
“Where is Shade, and the others?”

"Shade is back at the Chymic Works factory," Darcon murmured to Constantine, before turning to look at Bertille with a piercing gaze.

"Have there been any suspicious transactions here in the past few days? Anything out of the ordinary, likely something sold or perhaps bought that may have caught your eye? A suspicious method of payment maybe, or made by someone in a great hurry?" The mage queried the store owner, almost desperate for some answers.

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Perception: 11

"Well, I wouldn't say he was suspicious exactly. But he was certainly in a hurry. It was Mr..." Bertille began. She was interrupted, a new customer pushing into the small shop made the bell above the door chime.

"What can I get for you, luv?" She asked. The newcomer was Shade, bustling in after leaving Olver and his gang of urchins to watch the factory. When Bertille saw that Shade was with the others she gave them a moment to bring her up speed and then continued.

"It was Mr. Radniche, that nice man who runs the medical supply shop in the Surgeon's Flats. He seemed to be in an awful hurry. He said that he needed funds to buy horses, he was taking a trip outside the city right away. Said that quite a few times, in fact, although he didn't mention when he would be returning.

He came in to sell an item. I asked if he wanted to pawn instead, and pick it up again when he was back in town, but he insisted that he wanted to sell. Seemed rather eager to be rid of it in fact. Just there, behind you on the shelf." She said, pointing to the item that Radniche had been so eager to be rid of.

Our heroes could guess without looking what the item was, but they unrolled the thick leather case to verify. It was a matched set of surgical tools, each bearing the tiny imprint of Zbraslav Hora's workshop, each set into a tooled loop in the leather case. Except for the inch long surgical scalpel, which was missing.

As Shade enters SCG raises an eyebrow..



“Yes thank you madam.  This is the item we were indeed sent to and thank you for letting us know exactly who you saw with it.  How much is the item, including the bill of sale from the nice man?”
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Bertille named 25 gold for the kit and showed the ledger where she had noted the sale.

Tracking purchases was important as a pawnbroker so that her customers could redeem their pledges when they had the funds. But Radniche had insisted that the sale be made anonymously, and had declined a copy of the bill of sale. Therefore the only documentation was a notation in Bertille's ledger with the date of the purchase and the nature of the item, but without other identifying information.

This seemed to Bertille rather counterproductive since she knew Radniche, not well but by reputation, as a fellow business owner. Still, he had insisted, and she had entered only the item and purchase price in her ledger.

"Thank you lady!  If you will document where you received the kit, I will purchase it for the 25 gold coins."

SCG begins to go into his purse of dwindling funds....

Too tired to haggle the prices....
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"So, Radniche either lied to us about who had the tools, or he was asked by his 'partners' at the Chymic Works to dispose of it afore he skipped town. And tried to avoid a legal trail, just in case. Probably just wanted it done quickly, else he would have taken it to someone who didn't know him. Either way, he's got a stripe of guilt as wide as his face running through him," Shade says, sounding sour.

“Calmly now from what has transpired I think we will all need to regroup at the end of the day, the fact is I predicted this exact turn of events right in front of the judges and the master of the chymical works this morning.  Though not appreciated by the judge my theory still holds, which lends itself to other ideas as well.”

Their musings were lost on the proprieteress, who never the less dutifully wrapped the kit in crinkly brown paper and tied it with twine before passing it to Constantine. With the surgical kit well in hand our heroes make their way the short walk through Lepidstadt's streets back to the court room.

A crowd had gathered in front of the building and there was excitement in the air. Bored courtroom guards were idly keeping townsfolk and visitors from congregating on the courtroom steps, and moderating the press of eager onlookers from a rush to a crawl. The great wooden Punishing Man into which the Beast would be chained and set ablaze took up the center of the square.

The guards waved the three investigators past the crowd and into the courthouse.

The deposition was to take place in the central court room presided over by Chief Justice Khard. He sat behind his huge mahogany desk, Judges Daramid and Aldaar flanking him. In front of him two tables had been set up where Barrister Kaple and Barrister Heiger were seated. On a raised platform in the center of the room a huge iron cage had been wheeled in and bolted to the floor. The courtroom seats, gallery, and wings were packed with onlookers who sent a continued rumble of whispers and rumors washing over the room.

Elder Lazne had made the journey from Morast that morning and looked uncomfortable and out of place, stuffed into a faded old tailcoat and sporting a holed derby hat. His face lit with recognition and approval when our heroes entered, an expression that quickly shifted from shock to anger as they moved to sit, not at the prosecution's table, but at the defense's. He hadn't known during their investigation that they intented to defend the beast that he was so determined to see burn.

The hubbub of the crowd fell to a hushed silence as Justice Khard banged his gavel.

"Bring in the prisoner!"

All eyes turned to the staircase leading down to the dungeon and a shocked wave of gasps rippled over the crowd. The Beast of Lepidstadt, bedecked from head to toe in heavy chains and shepherded by no less than twelve armed guards, was led to the cage in the center of the courtroom.

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There was a flurry of jargon and official sounding legalese, and eventually the Chief Justice called upon Barrister Otto Heiger to present his evidence. Heiger was middling height but with an imposing frame, his hair still mostly dark with distinguished looking wings of white at his temples and the fine robes of his office making him look rather dashing. His voice was powerful and deep, carrying a gravitas that made the stammering Kaple sink noticeably into his chair. His opening statement was direct, that while the Beast had terrorized the environs of Lepidstadt for nearly thirty years his prosecution would focus on three recent cases to prove its undeniable guilt.

He called Elder Lazne and several of the townsfolk who had accompanied him from Morast to the stand and questioned each thoroughly, skillfully cross examining them to verify that they were all telling the same story with accuracy and recall. They shuddered as they recounted the disappearances, swelled with pride when they spoke of the ambush they had laid, and crowed triumphantly when they chased the Beast away into the swamp.

When he was finished with his examination the court called on Barrister Kaple to present his evidence for the defense. As he stood a wave of boos and hisses arose from the crowd, which the judge quickly silenced with a crash of his gavel. He stammered through his opening statement and it became clear how out of his depth the put upon public servant was.

"...w-will d-d-demonstrate that the B-b-b-...my c-c-client could not have committed t-t-these t-t-t-t-terrible crimes." He finished his summation and stepped back, calling on our heroes to present the evidence that they had collected.

“Thank you your honors, I am Sir Constantine GodAlming, being newly arrived in your fair city and also recently asked to aid in impartial investigation of recent heinous crimes.  Beginning with the people of Morast who welcomed us into their home, assisted us with witnesses, guides into the swamp, and even help in bringing in the head and intact skin of this monsterous camine; they demonstrated bravery and heart in defense of their homes.  We journeyed to Morast to hear firsthand of what had happened there.  Everything we collected there in terms of evidence has been submitted or described along with the related items and documents.  Truth is I have little experience with judicial processes regarding what is expected so your honors directions would be appreciated or the barristers.”

Trying to set the tone with judges, attorneys and the town elder...

Sir Constantine Godalming rolled 11 using 1d20+8.  Diplomacy
Apparently most think I am full of it!
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"Indeed, ind-deed." Barrister Kaple said after Constantine made his statement.

"For my first witness I c-call Miss Kendra L-Lorrimor, of Lepidstadt University." He said.

Kendra was there in her best dress and trundling the large tome that she had showed Constantine in the library. She shot a smile and a discrete wave to her old friends as she passed the bench, and then climbed into the witness box.

Barrister Kaple began to examine her on her findings in the university library and she presented the tome that she had found, expounding on the Beast's nature and its likely origins. She began an indepth, lengthy, and very technical lecture on the subtler points of golem crafting and the nature and capabilities of a flesh golem.

"...bound along the third and fourth theoretical anatomical ley line. Now, if you will examine here..." She was in the full swing of her lecture and only picking up steam. That gleam was in her eye that only appeared when the topic was history, mystery, or musty academia.

"Yes, t-thank you Miss Lorrimor." Kaple said, cutting her off before she could begin the next phase of her lecture. There were yawns in the audience, and in at least one place there was a loud snore.

"C-could you sum up your f-findings for the benefit of the court...stenographer?"

Kendra nodded.

"The Beast is a flesh golem, a creature constructed by means of magic, alchemy, and surgery. A normal flesh golem is like any other type of golem, a simple automaton, incapable of good or evil, simply following the instructions if its creator. The Beast is unique, perhaps by accident, perhaps by some design of its maker. It can think and speak and make its own decisions, and in my opinion it's too innocent to have committed those..." She was warming up when Barrister Heiger interrupted.

"Objection! Conjecture!" He belted out.

The judge rapped his gavel and sustained.

"You will confine yourself to the facts, Miss Lorrimor."

She tossed her head.

"The fact is this: while its appearance may be frightening, there is nothing about it that is inherently evil."

There were murmurs through the court as Kaple thanked her for her testimony and dismissed her from the bench. He called Constantine as the next witness, and began going over the presented evidence.

The first was the extract of darkvision found at the Boneyard. Kaple presented it and cross examined Constantine about locating it at the camp.

"...and since an alchemical g-golem naturally possesses the ability to see in the dark, what use would it have for such an extract?" He asked, and waited for Constantine's answer.

12:39, Today: GM, on behalf of Sir Constantine Godalming, rolled 25 using 1d20+8.  Presenting Evidence.

Second was the blood caiman head, wheeled into the courtroom on a wooden cart to gasps and craned necks.

"...Elder Lazne clearly saw the Beast attacked by a great blood caiman. Y-yet how do you e-explain the lack of scars or bite marks on the defendant?"

12:39, Today: GM, on behalf of Sir Constantine Godalming, rolled 22 using 1d20+8.  Presenting Evidence.

Third was the scalpel. Kaple did not mention the ongoing investigation regarding the scalpel's origins, keeping those cards close to the chest. Instead he called on Constantine to highlight the size of the scalpel, and how the beast's huge size would make it an impractical tool.

12:39, Today: GM, on behalf of Sir Constantine Godalming, rolled 27 using 1d20+8.  Presenting Evidence.

Fourth he called for evidence of the disturbed graves and the camp site on the island, the apron and tent that were sized for a medium creature.

12:39, Today: GM, on behalf of Sir Constantine Godalming, rolled 16 using 1d20+8.  Presenting Evidence.

And finally he presented the grizzly peeled face that Vadim had preserved in a jar of alcohol, calling on Constantine to testify on the surgical skill that removing the face would entail, skills that the Beast with its brutelike strength and simple mind could hardly be said to posses.

12:39, Today: GM, on behalf of Sir Constantine Godalming, rolled 11 using 1d20+8.  Presenting Evidence.

This strange evidence sent a flurry of whispers through the court and as the deposition came to a close Chief Justice Khard rapped his gavel repeatedly to maintain order.

There were time for closing statements, and then the judges called the proceedings to a close.

Barrister Kaple seemed heartened, and beamed at our heroes as the crowd began to file out of the courtroom.

"That w-went v-very well, I thought! Meet me in my office after the court clears, we should discuss the Hergstag investigation before the deposition t-tomorrow."

“Indeed, there is a man here I must speak with.”

SCG hustles to catch up with Elder Corder Lazne
“Elder Lazne. If I could have a moment of your time.  I fear you are unhappy with us or at least partially.  When I came to your village it was to find evidence and seek the truth.  I have not stopped looking for the perpetrator and will not stop in seeking that justice.  Had I been here when even one life was lost I would have been at your side to stop this. I would have laid in wait with you.  Please do not hesitate to contact me, I owe you and yours my friendship and hope you see me that way.”

Sir Constantine Godalming rolled 20 using 1d20+10.  Diplomacy

SCG extends his hand to the man...
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Elder Lazne coldly refused Constantine's offered hand.

"The Beast is dangerous, no matter what you say. I know what I saw that night in the swamp, and I will see the creature burn." He said.

His attitude seemed to be worryingly indicative of the general opinions about the trial, and about the Beast. The watching crowd had assumed that the trial would be a strawman affair, a formality before delivering swift punishment. Few shared Judge Daramid's passion for the truth. The crowd only wanted an outlet for the years of terror that had been laid at the Beast's feet.

Lazne's expression softened somewhat and he stepped forwards, moved by Constantine's words.

"There's evil in the world, lad. We have to stamp it out when we find it."

He moved away to join the rest of the Morast villagers that had come to Lepidstadt for the trial. They weren't staying in town, but several of them were planning to ride in each day to watch the trial.

From across the room our heroes could see Barrister Kaple beckoning them.

Adrin and Cain were newcomers to the city, both drifters and ramblers, and both relatively recent arrivals in the city of Lepidstadt. An old city, like most in Ustalav, its night haunted streets were a twisting maze of narrow alleyways and pervasive mist. It was a damp night not two weeks previous when the hand of fate reached out to these adventurers.

They each heard a scream piercing the night, and each rushed into the nearby alley to render aid. Their impromptu alliance brought them to a grizzly scene, a terrified young woman being menaced by a great, hulking shape in the darkness. They caught only a flash of sagging skin and grotesque, scaley flesh--their action-ready presence swayed the creature from its mark--but both glimpsed a massive, inhuman monstrosity shambling quickly away in the mist.

They helped their ever grateful charge to a nearby guard station and gave statements, statements that brought them to the attention of Judge Embereth Daramid.

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The excitement of the attack died down and it was added to the legend of the dreaded Beast of Lepidstadt, an unholy monstrosity that had plagued the city's nightmares for years. Every crop failure, every disappearance, every horrifying unsolved crime was laid at the feet of the Beast.

And then, just a week ago, the most spectacular news. The Beast of Lepidstadt had been caught! The monster was chained in the courthouse dungeon, and its trial and execution were to be the event of the century. People came from miles around, drawn by both joy and horror, to see the creature burn.

And it was during this fervor that a personal summons from Judge Daramid arrived for both Adrin and Cain. For the erstwhile judge believed too deeply in the cause of justice to see the creature burn without a proper trial, no matter what the mob said. Perhaps it truly was guilty of the horrible crimes laid at its feet. But Judge Daramid would not move forward without hard proof, and she tapped all of her personal contacts to see that the investigation would go through.

Our heroes had been directed to meet with Barrister Gustave Kaple, the council assigned to the Beast's defense.

And now here they sat in his office. The bumbling little public servant stammered his way in with a trio of doughty looking adventurers.

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"Oh! You're here already." Barrister Kaple said, nervously tugging the collar of his courtroom robes straight.

"J-judge Daramid t-told me that you were coming. She said that your t-talents would be particularly useful in this i-i-investigation." As his excitement rose his stammer seemed to worsen. It was clear why he had been assigned the dubious task of defending the Beast. Most expected the trial to be a mockery, a mere formality before the execution, and Kaple was only expected to put up a token defense.

But Kaple was determined to do his best to defend his monstrous client anyway.

"I'll b-bring you up to speed. While public opinion has it that the Beast is a monster that must be destroyed, justice must not give way to mob rule. The creature has formally been accused of t-three crimes. The Morast Murders, the Children of Hergstag, and the Karb Isle Sanctuary. All that hubbub out there was the deposition for the first crime, a series of murders in the village of Morast. Thank Abadar that's over for now.

There will be two more depositions for the B-beasts other two crimes, one tomorrow and one the following day. Then the trial where the final verdict will be announced. T-that means that we have a day to investigate the next crime, the murders of the Children of Hergstag. And then, gods willing, we will have time to investigate the final crime tomorrow.

For now you should focus on the Hergstag case."

He moved past them to shuffle about in the papers of his desk and produced a heavy leather folio with the casefile, which he handed over.

"Gentlemen, may I introduce Sir Constantine Godalming, Mister Darcon, and Miss Shade of Lonwood. They and their associates are the primary investigators on the case. They found astounding evidence in the Morast case, which we've just had the deposition for.

Shade, Constantine, may I introduce Messrs' Cain and Adrin. The j-judge thought that they would be of help to you in the Hergstag investigation, and has asked them to accompany you."

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You can view the casefile for the Hergstag case in the Journal thread.

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It's in the Clues post, and is highlighted in blue. Typically when I update the Journal thread any new information will be in blue, so you can quickly see what's been added.

“Barrister Kaple remind me when the case is over to hire you on retainer, I guess sooner or later I will be consulting with you .”

SCG looks over the new arrivals
“Constantine is sufficient, I never turn down help.  Gentlemen do not go expecting me to bark orders or try and take charge but you can trust a suggested course of action is in our mutual best interests.  If you are beyond the range of my auras or reach, i may not be able to render immediate aid.  I have already hired a carriage to take us where we need to go.”

Vadim had been unduly upset on not being able to continue caring around the face in a jar and was likely taking a bit of a break or letting off steam...

SCG looks around and waits to see if the cat is about.

“I trust you have some common sense and decency enough to not cause trouble and just get the job done. I also don’t go digging into peoples past if your walking with me I will nudge us along away from evil and onto the redemptive path.”
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The man introduced as Adrin had stood with a smile when the barrister and others entered the office. He had his black hair pulled back so his pale golden eyes were clearly visible. He'd dressed up a bit and was wearing a short-sleeved, but a casual set of clothing, Varisian tattoos ran up the visible parts of his arms. Two daggers, one on the wrist and another at his waist were all the martial equipment he seemed to have on him.

A quick nod of his head, "greeting one and all! I heard about the furor happening at the trial on my way here. You three have certainly stirred up quite a storm it seems. Shattering people's illusions can do that though..." He trailed off a bit there and Sir Constantine chimed in, so Adrin listened.

He chuckled, "well then Constantine. I appreciate your foresight and candor. I will endeavor to stay out of trouble, though often Fate has different plans for me. Hence why I'm here. Mr. Cain here and I came across the creature we're all now trying to defend about to... well being menaced by the creature. Or at least it looked like when we saw it."

"We shall see what the Survivor unfolds of this creature's future, though the cards are stark and troubling right now."

The half-elf beside Adrin also gets up to greet the party. He seems to have dressed formally for the occasion, a sword at his hip his only weapon, but two features that really distinguish him from others are a mane of silver hair and a perpetual half smirk. He nods politely when Adrin introduces them, though the almost-smirk never leaves his face for a moment.

"Indeed. Most inconvenient, that incident was. Had to drop a game in progress to see what the all the fuss was about, and just as I was dealt the best hand all evening. But ser, what is this talk of pasts, evil and redemption? Is this a customary greeting of yours, or did you somehow get the impression the two of us were scoundrels of some sort? Why, perish the thought. Let me assure you, I, and I am sure my colleague as well, stand ready to assist you in your honourable task."
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“Actually I hoped to dispel any notions you might have of myself being bossy or pushy and as far as bending the rules goes, I do more than everyone is comfortable with; particularly the Chief Justice as he has already rebuked me prior to the proceedings, though I also was praised by one of the other judges on the case...I meant no implication of your future behavior.”

“It is why I need master Kaple on retainer to learn fine points of law and to keep myself out of the stocks.  Not everyone has such grandiose views of a Paladin; as I myself seem to  hold.”
SCG smirks back


“As far as the physical evidence of what has gone before; none of it fits the defendant it in fact points to a very evil shapeshifting kidnapping, body snatching, alchemist with a fondness for skinning faces and the use of slender knives and surgical razors.. .”
SCG trails off


“Master Kaple had briefed me a bit earlier, though I see naught how the defendant; whom I call Solomon; would be able to raise the children into ghostly remnants of their lives, Darcon can say perhaps?”

Shade gives a nod to the newcomers.  No taller than an adolescent, she had short, light-brown hair caught up in a blue headscarf, and dark brown eyes that indicate a Varisian relative in her family tree.  Her clothes are not new, but clean and practical, tunic, trousers, long vest, and light boots, in muted colors.  Several colorful scarves are tied about her waist, and jewelry winks at her ears, neck, and wrists.  Fingerless gloves cover her hands, and a black cat with orange eyes rides upon her shoulders.

"Cain, Adrin," Shade says, and reaches up a hand to the cat on her shoulders.  "This here's Nook.  What's brought you to the Judge's attention? We've got to go wrangle truth out of folks for the next two days, so what talents do you have?"  Though her stature is small, Shade sounds fully adult, with a slight hint of street cant in her accent.

"Mister Prescu was tapped for his skill in augury, and Mister Cain for his considerable talents in, w-well, perhaps espionage is the wrong word. Subtlety. The j-judge thought that a light touch might benefit your investigation." Kaple said.

He gave our heroes ample time to confer with their new compatriots, to discuss strategy and tactics, and to brief them on the status of the case.

When everyone had been brought up to speed he laid open the Hergstag file on his desk.

"The key witnesses in the case live here in Lepdistadt, the Orzinov sisters keep a windmill on the south side of town. They are the only Hergstag villagers still in the area. The village itself is about an hour's carriage ride north-west of Lepidstadt, although it's abandoned to this day.

This case is somewhat unique. There were no h-half glimpses in the darkness or muddled recollections. T-the...Solomon walked right into the village in broad daylight carrying the body of the Torean girl."

Adrin beamed a smile at Shade and Nook. He held out a hand, and it seemed as if ink streamed down his arm and manifested itself as a rabbit that floated over his hand. "This is Bokht." he said in reply.

He was about to answer her other question when the lawyer Kaple intervened, so he paused and listened as the rabbit twittered briefly and came to float over Adrin's shoulder and look at Kaple's documents.

When the lawyer was finished he inclined his head to look at the file a moment longer, then looked up.

"To answer your question Miss Shade my... profession has afforded me great insight into people, their motivations, and how to relate and speak with them. The Harrow speaks through me, though most powerfully for me about my own futures currently. Fate, powerful as she is, is either prodding me along from behind or walking beside me. Right now it's still not clear." he said with a chuckle. "Occasionally I can glimpse things in the deck for others as well though. And I have been granted some facility at magic, though I've not made a great study of it myself."

"As to this portion of the case before us now, this so-called evidence of the creature's guilt is nothing like that. Perhaps he encountered the child in the wilds and sought to bring her back. Bringing a body into the town does not indicate guilt. If anything for the creature, it would indicate either madness if truly the cause of the girl's death or a nearly inexhaustible hope in people. Which, I suppose is its own form of madness." The last was said almost wistfully, where most of the rest of his speech had been light or confident.

"But, I see a fear of the creature in this accusation. People assume ill of it, so anything it does is seen in a nefarious light." he said in his previous tone, wistfulness gone.

"I would like to speak with these sisters, as well as visit the village proper. Do we visit the women and color our view of the town...?" he seemed to ask himself, though the rabbit did chitter at the pause and Adrin nodded. "Exactly. I mean to visit the town first and then speak with the sisters if that is ok with the rest of you or we can split up our investigation?"
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"Well, I have been accused of sticking my nose where it does not belong on several occasions. Not sure that alone makes me talented in espionage or subtlety, but we will just have to see if the talents I do have will be of any use during this investigation." Cain adds to the barrister's explanation of why he is here.

When they move on to the details of their task, he does have a question of his own. "Solomon? You have named this... construct? Is it truly sentient then, or at least capable of communication? If so, has anything been learned from it?"

I'm reading the thread to see what I've missed.

“Aye! The spark of life is within him the girl he named as his true friend and he did protest his innocence; in his words I didn’t do it. I believe he called her Eller, but truly her name could have been Ella, Ellen, or something similar.  He does suffer from rages and those need to be controlled and him helped in focus of it.  So some things match but most do not.”

“I suspect also there are still ways he can be controlled as a construct so there is much work to do.  I am hoping the defense was enough to clear him of the Morast murders, that might help him talk more if he knows he is treated fairly.”

“We have soothed him with music and I requested a music box to be played for his comfort, as I suspect also if he wished to escape he would certainly do so.”


“I named him after a storybook, like Solomon Grundy come to life.”
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