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"We're here to see Froderick, constable. Here's the Reeve's Writ."

"To Froderick then... Master Kolya, the writ please."

Quick rundown, we have: a rogue, a ranger, a fighter, a bard, cleric, a wizard and a cat with an attitude. Those fey are in trouble.

"Do you wish the heads of the real murderers, Master Kolya?"

So many questions....

Yomi rattles off a series of questions to the Reeve.

"You say the attacks started months ago, how long ago?"

"How many attacks since then?"

"Any victims we can talk to? How many dead? How many injured?"

"Any idea on the number of attackers?"

"Do the fey prefer any specific area when making their attacks?"

"Can we have some refreshments?"

"At least now, everything is clear."

"Tell us more about the fey incursions."

Yomi whispers to the Reeve

"Master Kolya certainly knows the answers to my questions."

"Well, Master Kolya, shall we take this commission with all the information that you possess or shall we continue in blissful ignorance that everything is well?"

"Master Kolya, you strike me as a good and upright man who does not wish to see justice fall on the wrong head. Please tell us the truth of what you suspect."

Yomi limps closer to the reeve looking directly into his eyes.

Copy.

Before you is a man about fifty in age with long grey hair. He wears robes in black, grey and purple tones. He walks with a limp and uses his gleaming scythe as a crutch. Terrible runes are etched on the scythe's blade.

"Master Reeve, you don't really believe that Ellesandra was taken by the fey, right?" declares Yomi, as he looks at the reeve with cold, emotionless eyes. "In fact, you believe that the woman was taken by some other party, yes?"

Is the IC thread up?

What's the name of the local bar?

So long my silvered scythe... I have to content myself with stainless steel.

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