Inspector Milous Innvar's page

"Respect? Certainly, I would treat House Lyrandar and all it's effects with respect. However, people were killed here today, and as slavery is outlawed in Sharn, the lives that were lost were not your property. We are acting on behalf of those terrified witnesses, and the dead, who can not act for themselves.

While you may be able to remain neutral in political dealings, remember that Dragonmarked houses are not above the law. However, before any charges are laid, I want to make sure I know everything."

Innvar adjusts his uniform, listening to the words of the Byron and the twins. However, it's painfully obvious that he is distracted by his cohort. His eyes follow her every movement around the room, before snapping back to the concern at hand.

"Now, you say you were placed under an enchantment, sir? By a....Fleskar d'Lyrandar? An individual who I've never heard of, to be fair. And now has disappeared? That's awfully convenient."

The inspector turns to his companion again, this time calling out to her; "Lieutenant? Could you come here a moment? We could use your magical expertise here."

Turning again to the twins he explains: "Lieutenant Talia Raynee is the arcane expert here on my team. Maybe you could explain the details of the enchantment at work here to her?"

"Good evening, I am Inspector Innvar. We were told there was quite a commotion here today. Things look pretty calm here now. That's probably for the best. Trust me."

The inspector begins to circle the three Lyrandars as he speaks.

"Now, perhaps you'd like to tell me what happened here. Spare no detail, please. We already have accounts from some of your workers that paint this sobbing chap as a frothing, ruthless murderer. Explain the the disparity, please. We're listening."

"Ok, we'll take it from here. Please, stay with some family, if you can. A Watch skycoach will take you wherever you need to go.", the man says, his grim demeanour only slightly cracking in an attempt at compassion. He turns and speaks to his companion, in a whispered voice.

The fair-haired half-elf nods in agreement, and they all head toward the grand staircase.