The man stirs and opens his eyes. When he sees Amunyet with her scimitar drawn, he sits up and scoots back.
"No!" he says, fear in his eyes.
"Calm down, we just want to talk to you". Tessirda announced, the friendly face to Amunyet's mailed fist. "Really, you being here might be fortunate. You might clear up a few questions we've got about this place".
Kelne snorts at the idea of getting anything useful out of the drunk and sets about looking through Larur's belongings.
"A'ight, A'ight." says the drunk, "Jus' don' cut me!"
Kelne finds the apartment mostly intact. Anything of value appears to have been taken, but the place is not ransacked. There is no blood, or any other indication of a struggle.
Tessirda looked the man up and down, and shook her head. "We won't hurt you unless you make us. Now, how long have you been here?" A sensible enough questions - and if the answer was more than one night, a really damning peace of evidence.
The man blinks again and shakes his head. "Jus' since las' night."