Bryn Shander's Town Hall
The Simulacrum had no items on it, bearing only the tattered gowns bestowed by Sheriff. Still, a tattoo or brand could indicate his enlistment, but aside from a few minor slashes and cuts, there were no symbols on his body. A thorough inspection would have to be conducted, with the approval of the Sheriff. Likely, such a search had already been carried out.
"I have not killed anyone," the Simulacrum responded. "And when I say 'I' hired the adventurers, it is not I, the Simulacrum, I speak of, but my creator. You don't know what it's like . . . the cognitive dissonance. I carry all his memories, yet I know they have been superimposed. The hiring of the adventurers took place before my creation. I was sent southward, where I was to make my presence known, and contact anyone who might be willing to aid our cause. That is when the honorless cretin," he scowled Khulekani's way, "violated the sanctity of our ceasefire by bashing my nose in and dragged me here." He paused momentarily, sighing to dampen his vitriol. "The adventurers, or mercenaries, or whatever you would like to call them, may yet still live. They were sent for one purpose — to locate the spire and scope out its dangers. Though if they did return they are very likely slain, along with anyone else who might know of its location."
Khulekani's Insight to gauge the Simulacrum's willingness to answer questions [8]: Unsurprisingly, the entity harbors a distaste for the Paladin, so its reluctance to go gush the plans of the Arcane Brotherhood might very well be for this reason or some other.