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"Poppycock! Who needs a council. Those nobles that sucked up the hardest to the duke could try swaying him. But that was it."

"And the council today are still suck ups."

"Ah, the good old days!" he starts and returns to his seat, offering Menan the seat on the other side of the low table with the chess board.

Then starts the long story of how Gharen had full dark hair, what fair maidens he was after and in painstaking detail why everything was better back in the day.

But between all of that and with a little help to get back on track there are glimpses of the information about the duke here and there. There was a dispute about two dead cows that had finally to be settled by the duke. The story of even older times, when Gharen's family was ennobled by the duke - not Fallon - for agreeing to build here, buy land and help build the city by tilling the land. And how a lot of that money the first duke got for selling the land was wasted "... to build that elven whore house." From what he tells, he wasn't in need of one, as the girls lined up to enjoy his company, and you wonder how big a part of the population are descendants of him. If his stories are to be believed.

The old man sits in an armchair in front of a game of chess. He corrects his glasses' position and gets up to greet the visitor.

But as Menan steamrollers the old man with all those questions he is confused. "Who is this?" he inquires from Lady Adelaide.

As Jominda arrives at the court she is delegated to on of the offices where the court clerks sit. Five elderly, pale, and bookish clerks with
ink-stained fingers legally accept and record new evidence for the trial, document the proceedings, and ensure procedure is followed to the letter. They tend to speak in legal jargon, which in essence means that whenever they say anything, they use 10 times as many words as necessary.

They protocol everything handed over to them by Jominda.
"- A shovel, old rusty and dirty.
- a waterskin of similar status partly filled with wine
- old rancid trail ration remains
- an empty vial with remains of a substance smelling like carrots
- a mask no? A cut off face?!?" The pale clerk pales even more und uses the end of a pencil to put this thing to the side.
"- a sack, with bloodstains
- a rope, old and rotten
- a gag,
- a rusted lantern,
- a trio of heavy knives,
- a moldy leather travel bag with
- a damp artisan’s outfit consisting of a shirt, breeches, shoes, and a
cloth apron

That's all?" The clerk asks looking up from his inventory book.

As Father Grimburrow also arrived and took his seat on the stage Councilman Gharen Muricar walks up to the lectern and waits for the crowd to calm down and become silent. "Welcome to our little celebration here in our beautiful Ravengro. As the historian of our town it fell to me to laudate our towns heros. I will make it short, but you won't get away without a summary of events." he starts out and then takes quite some time to recollect the events starting with the death of the Professor, covering all the undead appearances, and the climax of the events as the town hall was attacked and almost burned down. It becomes more vague as he comes to the deeds of the towns hero's simply because he has no clue. "That sums it up and I pass the stage on to Councilman Hearthmount."

Councilman Muricar is embarassed as most of the bystanders by this situation as suddenly all are quiet and look after Miss Fallenbridge.

"I would really appreciate if you would do that and put an end to all this." Councilman Muricar replies. Looking to the other council members for approval he adds "And we even offer a reward in case you are successful in freeing Ravengro from this curse."

"About the details you best continue to work together with the Sheriff and Father Grimburrow as they are the experts." It is clear that he wants this solved. But preferably without him being involved. Which is quite understandable.

"Thank you for your offer. But I think Father Grimburrow has the healing covered. But we need someone to put an end on these horrible attacks of undead!" Councilman Muricar replies desperately.

"And I don't even know where to start."

"How should I know? Do you want to get to the bottom of this?" Councilman Muricar replies.

"I knew the old clergy too, but as I am not really interested in undead and other abominations I never talked to neither the old nor the new clergy about these topics."

"And about the prisoners. I have no clue. I know the basics about the prison because it's related to the founding of Ravengro. But beyond that? It's of no interest to me."

Muricar empties his glass. "I ask you to do me a favour. I would ask you to leave it alone but you seem to be set to investigate. Please keep a low profile about that. This is a peaceful place and I want it to stay that way. No need to worry the people. And if you find something - and I hope you don't - please keep me informed."