All Work
Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2021 6:25 pm
60 ASH 121
Thysbae was no investigator. Not in title, and certainly not in skill. But it seemed odd that this caravan of travelers should come to the town during the mists and then...this happens. There was likely no connection at all — he wouldn’t be surprised if this was just him making assumptions. But if he wanted to be of any use to anyone, he would need to at the very least try to think of something useful for this particular investigation. The halfbreed turned, half-expecting to see Dreyfus beside him. But he wasn’t there. Emery stared back at him sheepishly, then to Nikolai who had given them all the information they’d previously needed.
The spellbreaker asked, unsure of what else could be asked, how many people had traded with the travelers. Eight, with the inclusion of the missing Minder. His brows furrowed. It certainly didn’t take a skilled investigator to know that this was strange, or that there was some connection there. Maybe? His head hurt with how much thinking he had to do. Too much thinking; this was why he left it up to Dreyfus, usually.
Soon enough, though, people were beginning to divide themselves into groups. He supposed it made sense that they would all split up to search for clues. A good way to cover more ground. But it meant that he would either be on his own — relatively; he glanced at Emery — or need to find someone that would need even just the slightest bit of assistance. But everyone seemed capable enough already.
Sighing, his shoulders slumped as he looked to Nikolai, hoping to ask one more question before they fully went off. The words were hurried, but understood all the same. Had the travelers ever left? Perhaps, in all the confusion, no one had thought to look for them. Or maybe they had simply gone off of their volition, having finished whatever business they had here. And just at the right time, if they had. Thysbae’s brow furrowed again as he contemplated connections and assumptions and the significance of trade.
The spellbreaker asked, unsure of what else could be asked, how many people had traded with the travelers. Eight, with the inclusion of the missing Minder. His brows furrowed. It certainly didn’t take a skilled investigator to know that this was strange, or that there was some connection there. Maybe? His head hurt with how much thinking he had to do. Too much thinking; this was why he left it up to Dreyfus, usually.
Soon enough, though, people were beginning to divide themselves into groups. He supposed it made sense that they would all split up to search for clues. A good way to cover more ground. But it meant that he would either be on his own — relatively; he glanced at Emery — or need to find someone that would need even just the slightest bit of assistance. But everyone seemed capable enough already.
Sighing, his shoulders slumped as he looked to Nikolai, hoping to ask one more question before they fully went off. The words were hurried, but understood all the same. Had the travelers ever left? Perhaps, in all the confusion, no one had thought to look for them. Or maybe they had simply gone off of their volition, having finished whatever business they had here. And just at the right time, if they had. Thysbae’s brow furrowed again as he contemplated connections and assumptions and the significance of trade.