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Melfoil spins on his heels to greet Dannigad, his face glowing like a pale moon in the dark alley. He offers his open palms, tossing a small, empty flask over his shoulder before raising his arms above his shoulders.
"Now, now, Dannig-"
There is a piercing crack and tinkle as the flask smashes against the cobblestone. Melfoil flinches at the sound, then continues.
"Dannigad, let's just slow down here. Why don't we all put on our thinking helmets and examine the scene that we have, most regrettably, found ourselves in the midst of. Of course, I agree with your first line of inquiry, Dannigad. My first thoughts would also be why is there a dead woman by the wall? However, the question you should be asking is how, not why. Because, as you can plainly see..."
Melfoil shuffles over to the puddle of flesh, palms still showing, and moves a flap of skin with the toe of his boot.
"That this injury was caused by no mere knife wound." He winks to Diana, "No, this was caused by some kind of foul and, uh, evil magic. Yes, I believe there is an evil killer on the loose. This woman, the poor soul, was the first, but I would wager not the last, victim of a diabolical murder plot. I know this because I, no we, saw the hooded assailant in the flesh, or cloth, rather."
Relieved that he still hasn't been attacked by the guards, Melfoil straightens his posture and lowers his hands.
"What's more Dannigad, or perhaps you would prefer Danny, no? No. What's more Dannigad, is that we are travelling in the company of the recent widower himself, a just and noble paladin! A paladin who I am sure is eager to speak up any second now and vouch for our moral integrity. And besides, disregarding all of this unpleasantness, since when has a little murder gone against the grain of this society, anyhow?"
Melfoil nods and smiles to his companions behind him.