“I…see…” Kathlin said hesitantly, taking a moment to digest this new information. “I’m sorry Ma’am. I thought that you were the one that found him”

She cast a quick glance at Ragnar, but the dwarf still seemed unwilling to commit either way to the conversation. At the same time, Kathlin spied a little owl flutter down to perch on the windowsill behind Rosemarys back and begin to headbutt the glass persistently. 

[i]“She has the best timing…”[/i]

“Uh…actually Ma’am, I’m not actually a member of the Red Vanguard. Some of their members are friends…of a friend, so they asked me along to see if there was anything I could do to help” Kathlin clarified after a pause, causing the dwarf next to her to give her quite a sharp look. 

“If possible, I’d still like to assist your Captain Adolph with the investigation. It’s my….civic duty, I suppose Ma’am? I would prefer to finish the autopsy, and I do have a bit of medical knowledge if they were in need of that”

Having said her piece, Kathlin clasped her hands behind her back as she looked at Rosemary, all the while ignoring the rhythmic bangings coming from the window behind the lady, which were becoming steadily louder. 

“Would it be possible to speak to the servant that found him, Ma’am?”

*

Running as though all the creatures of hell were behind her, Liaena had long since been left in the dust by Rithrynn and Nisha, but then she didn’t take the same route as the Night Elf and Sabre. Leaving the main street to sprint down one of the side alleyways, Liaena cut an almost straight line across the Cathedral district as she jumped over bins, ran along walls and barged heedlessly through not-at-all public rights of way. It was only when she burst out on the waterfront of the canal path that she stalled for a moment. 

Running on pure adrenaline, it was only when she stopped that all of the complaints from her overexerted body hit her at once as she groaned, bending over to nurse a wicked stitch. The bottom part of her new cloak had been ripped clean off and she had no idea how it had happened. The hem of her expensive wool dress was caked with melted snow and grime, and her hair was a sight to behold. However bad she looked however, she felt a lot worse. 
[i]
“Oh Rithrynn. What’s he done to you?”[/i]

She must have been possessed, by that creature that attacked them in the sewer, or maybe some other evil curse that Sherpa had cast to get his claws into her. That was after all, the only possible explanation, and it hurt a lot more than any of the physical abuse she had recently taken.[i] “I should never have told her to go away”[/i]

But where was she going now? Back to Sharon’s house? Where Sharon was, surrounded by idiot Night Elves that wouldn’t even give their sister a second glance, and where it was all too easy to get him on his own, just in time for a tragic accident…

Liaena started to run again.