"Huh. Is it a thing or a word we need?"
You have found yourselves on the outskirts of a graveyard. It's a pretty posh one, and although there are gravestones scattered around the place, it is dominated by Mausoleums. In the very centre is a large statue.
To your left as you enter, stands the Tullivor Mausoleum, there appears to be a human form, slumped over the entrance.
The figure is a man, he's dead, but he hasn't been for long.
The body is that of a young human male dressed in a noble’s outfit with his hands bound with rope. As Alviar investigates the body tumbles to the ground revealing a bust of nobal. All at once it speaks.
"When the last sun falls upon this spot, receive my thanks."
Alivar notices that the man looks suspiciously like the bust. Also, the man has a belt with a buckle that resembles a badger.
The man has been killed with a sword of some sort, which doesn't appear to still be here.
Admittedly spooked by the whole situation, Ana and Leryn hang back from the detectives and focus their attention on the surroundings, particularly someone that might have done in the young man. She whispers, "What do you smell, Leryn? Who's there?"
Distracted by all the commotion around the body, Ana sees little of interest, so she waits, arrow to the bowstring, waiting for a threat to present itself.
Alahazra, the magic of the bust is a common sort, just a device to give a specific message at certain times/triggers.
Zasha, it's early evening, just after sunset in fact.
Ana, see the heal check above. You specifically notice that they are from hawk talons. Also could I have a survival check from you?
Ana adjusts her scrutiny in an attempt to take in airborne threats or elevated perches.
"The scratches on his face. A bird of prey made those, I believe."
Ana, you notice foot prints, leading away from this mouseleum, and towards another further into the graveyard.
Bow readied, Ana goes hunting. she gestures to an aisle left of her path and another to the right. "Don't walk too close together."
This alabaster tomb evokes a past age of Galtan architecture, including a ten-foot spire atop a broad dome. Its awnings teem with sculpted white raptors. An iron gate bears the motto, “Last to Fall.”
From the corners of her eyes, Ana notes the relative positions of her allies.
Standing, bow still readied, she says, "Lady, come forth. Call your hawk." She turns and takes aim on the live bird of prey among the carved ones.
A woman steps forward from the shadows, she wears a heavy, hooded cloak, but she removes the hood as she moves into your light. Her hair is short, and dark, and her eyes are still wide from the dark. She moves forward slowly.
"I'm sorry, I was here praying at my families tomb when I heard a commotion. I moved into the shadows as I was sacred. Who are you?"
The woman spits, ignoring Alivar's first question. She responds "He's Northis Tullivor, youngest son of the name, that's lying dead on the grave. If that's what you mean."
"Do I look like I could do that?"
"You still haven't answered my question though, who are you?"
"Do I look like I could do that?"
"Yes, absolutely. And yon hawk the scratches on his face."
Ana has not lowered her bow farther. What was the name of the other family? The ones at odds with the Tullivor clan? Hmm...
Sarvio, that's it.
Her mind wanders a bit. Youngest male child of the Tullivar clan. Perhaps the "last sun" actually meant "last son" and someone has received the dead noble's thanks. Or we have.
I hate puzzles.
She grins a little at that, and changes tack.... "Well, maybe I did. The Tullivor mausoleum contains an object rightly belonging to us. If you help me retrieve it, you may earn the Sarvios’ gratitude."
"In this town, Mr Crowe, you'll struggle to find the ones who aren't assassins...."
"What do you need? I'm sure we can find something agreeable."
"Because I haven't been able to get in yet. As you can see, the "Last Son" obviously wasn't the correct answer to the riddle....."