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Skie Watcher takes a few minutes looking about the area the professor died and then follows a trail towards the gate. He has to stop about ten feet from the structure to once more look around. Looking slightly vexed he exits the gate and looks for tracks on the path outside. Nearly fifteen minutes later he shakes his head. "There has been to much time, and to many others. The trail is gone."
"Yes it is there," the man says gesturing with his weapon. He points back to the spot he took the dirt from on the west side of the building near the stairs leading to a balcony. "He was dragged back to here and then the statue toppled on him. Perhaps pushed from the roof above. It is the blood in the ground that tells the tale. The blood back there was fresher, thinner. The blood here," he says indicating where the blood stained gargoyle sits. "This blood was older and thicker when it stained the ground."
Skie Watcher looks all around the area where it appears the Professor met his death. He starts to head around to the west side of the building at a hurried pace. He stops and moves in a circle a few times. Then he bends down and grabs a handful of dirt. "This is where the great teacher died." he says nodding to the spot on the ground where he had gathered the dirt. He moves back along the drag trail to the fallen statue. "Someone moved his body to here. The scuffs in the ground and the markings say their were many people here some time ago. But it is clear they they did not kill him here." He takes the handful of dirt and places it in his belt pouch before waiting for the others to finish their examination of the area.
Skie Watcher listens and nods to the points everyone makes. "I have seen the prison from a distance. It is surrounded by a high wall save for it's eastern side. We should have little trouble getting unto the grounds and looking around." He starts to take the lead, waiting a little ways ahead of the others as a good scout or guide should.
During the conversation Skie Watcher returns to the house. As he steps into the palor he looks at Aral a tight grin across his face. "I see you were lucky today pup. Good for you." he says going to stand near the window. Looking out and not turning back towards the room he asks, "And who is the bladesman? Does he have news about what happen to Lorrimor?"
When the ranger hears about the memorial he suggests, "I will go there in the morning and look for a trail. But I have little news to offer, as these people are not forthcoming with all strangers. I did overhear talk about Harrowstone, the prison on the hill. It is said that every night at sundown you can hear the ghost of the late warden's wife wailing and sobbing from somewhere within Harrowstone. She haunts the prison now, forever mourning her brave husband."
Skie Watcher's face takes on a stern look for a moment before it relaxes (well relax is relative it is more relaxed that what it was). "You act like a pup sniffing at an unknown hole." he states to Aral locking eyes with the man. "You wish to know what is there but are to young and foolish to watch the hole from a safe distance to see what comes out first." "Go and get a quill in your nose pup," Skie Watcher says making to leave. "The pain will help to teach you."
The broad shoulder Garundian squats by the doorway listening. His eyes and lack of emotion fail to give a hint to his thoughts, so it is good when he speaks them aloud. "The professor said they were after someone. Someone who was dead, since the fire happened before any of us were born. The temple would have the names of the dead. You should go there." he says pointing to the others. "You wish the lay of the land. That is wise. And I will scout the lands around this stone village, while you speak to the holyman." He looks to Aral. "You know not were the fat man is and could spend the day wandering. Go with them and help with your words. I will find him and tonight let you know where to look without your wanderings." He stands and retrieves his shield, looking to each of you with no emotion once more in his expressions.
Stepping over to help Talia the grim Skie Watcher swings at the attacking farmer, before Talia steps away. The agile farmer dodges the blow as Talia's spell hits him. "A Banshee!!" the man screams although his friends have heard nothing. He steps away attacking Skie Watcher as he tries to get away from Talia. Rolls: Skie Watcher's attack: Thugs Fort save:
"Greetings from Skie Watcher." A native Garundi says as he raise his right arm out, palm down. His leathers look odd with their studs and colorful bead work contrasting. A sword hilt rises above his shoulder and he carries a battered wooden shield on his left arm. Other gear and weapons abound on the obvious warrior. His dark skin has been darkened further by being out in the sun and his long black hair seems to be more wind blown then combed. "Many miles have I come, to repay the scholar who helped me so long ago." he says lower his hand and looking about grimly. |
