"... Ruby, it may not be a big deal where you're from, but it's quite rare, here. Anyway, there aren't too many leads. But the blood is still recent, in her stall in the night market."
"Nothing that we know of."
"We were told of one. There was a trail of blood when we got there. We assume it was dragged off."
"Oh! Jo'Vassa has had good nose! Jo'Vassa can smell dead and dyeing things! Show Jo'Vassa the crime scene!" He says flexing his arms and wings in a posture ment to display strength
He puffs out his chest "the more who wish to come the merrier"
Adya leads them all to the market stall, where a rather obvious trail of blood leads into town. The drow who tend to be out at night are conducting business like nothing's wrong.
"A rather recent immigrant. Elven. Sold gems. Nothing was taken from the stall that we know of."
Jo'Vassa waves to many of the drow and responds to a couple of them by name ... Albeit somewhat mangledly so as he sniffs around for the sent of death and blood.
the scent is rather strong, and diverges into two directions. One leading out of town, one into the graveyard.
a guard walks up and whispers soemthing to Adya.
"Oh g@% d+@nit. Looks like you're going to have to go alone, from here. I've got business to attend to. I trust you all. Don't let me down."
Adya grumpily flllows after the town guard, snorting.
"Um.... Smell goes in multiple directions...both go west but they split ... One seems to be going to the graveyard, the other goes out of town... Jo'Vassa thinks so anyway"
"I'll also check out the graveyard. Be sure to let the gate guard know which way you went and leave a few markers for us to follow and catch up."
"Jo'Vassa will find the murderer and will wrestle them till they repent" and proceeded to run off to do just that
the trail falls more or less cold at the edge of town.
as Antony and (assumedly) morrigan approach the graveyard, the place seems flooded with the foul stench of rot.
there is a trail of disturbed dirt, leading out in the direction of nearby woods.
Jo'Vassa bounds after the trail!
Morrogan snorts. "I don't think much of the local burial methods. A cemetary should not smell like a week old battlefield."
Morrigan looks around for signs of abnormal occurances or the trail.
when morrigan and Antony approach the graveyard, there's a vast amount of uphveled dirt from numerous graves being dug up. There's a humanoid figure crouched over one of the graves, seeming to dig into it with it's bare hands. Corpses, old, rotting, and stripped of most of thier flesh, lay strewn about the graves.
in the meantime, as ruby and jo'Vassa follow the trail, it gets suddenly much more faint, as if something in tow was removed.
Jo'Vassa grunts "the murderer thinks they can escape Jo'Vassa by being a sneaky sneak, well, not today!"
Morrigan prepares herself for an attack, possibly by undead and thus from around them and not only the one guy in front.
the creature pauses in it's digging, for a moment. It slowly glances back at Antony and morrigan, gargled, heavy breaths someing from it's bloodstained mouth, gore and tendons caught in the creature's bladed teeth.
the trail does continue on, and nothing seems visible that could've been left behind.
Jo'Vassa continues to follow the trail to the best of his ability, assuming that whatever had been carried was simply burned, eaten or teleported away.
"I'm quite sure most peoples look at cannibalism as very bad, not to mention the danger of illness of eating it raw like that. Most elfkin and goblinkin would consider this a very bad sign. Be wary."
the creature's breathing picks up, turning around to face Antony and morrigan, revealing a long, elven ear, and a hole where the other used to lie. It spits out some raw muscle, breathing sharp, gargled breaths.
'down not much farther into the trail, a cave opens.
Jo'Vassa leaps into the cave,