Corpulent Corporal Courhill's page

"Well, um, weell um..." he meanders around until he is standing near where Beren was fighting the skeleton. He swats a few times, and then realizes that the whole ceiling is covered in blood and gore, which is slowly dripping onto him.

"Well, this place is technically outside the city, and therefore my juristiction. It is fortunate we have a Deneith Sentinel Martial here to examine the evidence further."

He makes rather quickly for the door, and almost reaches the bottom of the 15' ramp before falling to his knees and emptying his stomach.

kudos for convincing him to actually look around, though he was doing pretty well with his "jump to conclusions mat"{tm}

The Corporal seems shaken for a moment, his conviction wavering, when he spots Rokko, who he had overlooked before...

"Of course, there may be some truth to your story, seeing as how this upstanding gentleman seems to be on your side as well."

"Well huruph," he scratches his head for a moment, "so there were six of you and your clawed friend is hiding somewhere hoping to toss of the track. Men, arrest them"

He turns, and sees his cronies standing dumbfounded around the door, one of them is wretching, the others look green. None are willing to enter the bar any further.

Beren looks back at the officer, "May I ask who told you to find us here?"

"I may have forgotten the rule of law, but is it normal for suspects to be questioning the watch?"

"Mayhaps you all think me a fool," he says, flicking sweat from his brow, and trying unsuccessfuly to nonchalantly step away from the door to make more room for his squad of cronies, "but if you want me to think that this," he waves his hand indicating the carnage, "was done by one orc assassin, and not by a band of 5 or 6 murderers like we were told, maybe it was you and not this bloke who bumped your head in the fighting..."