[Center]Here Cometh the Wolves-Jellial, the Wind[/Center] --- Jellial was mostly ignorant of the words that passed amongst the other members of the Queen’s blades; instead he remained intrinsically focused on Janelle. Every word she mentioned revealed something new about the various companions that he was going to be spending time with: and the first secret revealed was that a vampire stood amongst them. It could easily be either Esyllt or Laenaia, yet he leaned slightly more to the latter. Perhaps it was just the fact he had felt that something was ever so [i]slightly[/i] off from the start, and her vampirism would be a plausible explanation. It hardly mattered, but that little revelation was certainly an interesting one. Did whichever woman who was afflicted by vampirism know what he was yet? He was hardly going to hide it from her, so if she wasn’t sure yet: she would learn soon enough. Janelle’s words to James brought an open chuckle forth from Jellial’s throat, a whimsical sound that complimented the seemingly constant smile on his face. The red-haired mage wasn’t sure what was the thought that made him chuckle more: that James’ presumptuous nature was being reprimanded or that Jellial knew just how likely it was that Janelle could flay the man with ‘just a handshake’. Next, Janelle focused once more on the enigmatic woman Laenaia. She mentioned Fraust and the incredible ego that the creature sometimes had being inflated by some action that the woman had done. Jellial was left at a pause; the woman hadn’t done anything outwardly, which meant… ...Jellial had no idea what it meant, honestly. If she was a telepathic, like himself, it was likely that the Archmage would simply have communicated through those means. Instead, she had said it out loud. Honestly, the Illusionist was stumped, but it hardly mattered. He had already gained enough things to think about. Then there was the fourth member of the troupe: Saul. He had been blunt, and possibly over-rude, but those qualities reminded him of his first meeting with Que. Lord knows, Que had proven to be a diamond in the rough; but it still would be foolish of Jellial to not give Saul a chance at respect; although if the stranger acted towards Janelle in any way and Jellial would take unseemly amounts of delight in ripping the man apart. Janelle gave a slight apology to Jellial, and the red haired mage bowed his head in reverent respect. “If this were an easy investigation: we wouldn’t be here.” When she mentioned Maylene’s pack and Que’la’quin as potential leads; he looked slightly confused about the specific mention of Que. That was answered swiftly when Janelle removed the cover from atop what was now revealed to be a corpse. Jellial didn’t recognise the man, but Janelle’s sadness was genuine at the reveal. The gore of the cadaver was brutal, and Jellial saw why she might have mentioned Que. There were a few Lizardmen who could apply such a brutal and thorough maiming; Que included. Janelle spoke of Tuleria’s brittle political landscape and Jellial was left with a frown. The civil disruption was one of the main reasons that he was the sole representative of Tuleria’s triad. He was aware that success here might free up more Tulerian aid...It would certainly reflect well on the Tulerians if they could give the queendom more support. Finally, Janelle took her leave from the scene; leaving him with a parting message to take care. His smile thinned from the confident one he wore in public to a tender one; reserved for but a few. [i]”If I got killed, who would there be to waste money on alcohol and brothels?”[/i] With Janelle having left, Jellial was called to look at the corpse by James. The realisation that his time with his mistress would be such a brief one saddened him slightly: yet business superseded pleasure. James was trying to be proactive, at least; as was Laenaia. Both of them were attempting to find clues, and it seemed Jellial would have to do the same. “Well…” Jellial walked alongside the corpse of the man formerly known as Erlfried: staring at a couple of the wounds as if trying to judge something. “...It seems we have about four leads right now: Jazrael, my two connections and Varro.” He leaned closer to a particularly nasty maiming. “I’ve got an idea about how we can eliminate or highlight a lead, It’s a bit of a shock the first time, so promise me you won’t stab me.” He extends this message to both the members of the Queen’s blades and to the captain and his men. He noticed a number of confused looks around the room. Jellial sighs as he removes both his shirt and his cloak; folding them up on the floor nearby as he rubs a hand over a strange piece of oversized jewelry. The bracelet looked out of place on the man’s left wrist. Jellial clicked his neck before exhaling again; clearly contemplating the wisdom of his plan. “Ah well.” The words were followed by a very rapid and very violent metamorphosis. Within two seconds, the mild mannered mage was replaced with the tremendous form of a Maroon furred Werewolf. Ripped shards of cloth were seemingly the only remnant of Jellial, until the distinct bracelet could be seen wrapped around the creature’s left wrist. [i]”I’m still fully in control of my faculties; so don’t stab me.”[/i] The message was floating around the room inside the minds of every person in the room. It was Jellial’s voice; if not a little bit throatier. [i]”There is a reason I’ve just destroyed my favourite pair of trousers, so bare with me.”[/i] Jellial stretched the lanky arms of his changed Lycanthropic form: including the vicious claws that tipped each finger. Feeling suitably in control of his shifted form, Jellial stalked towards Erlfried’s body. At first, it might look like Erlfried was doomed to become a snack as Jellial’s claws loomed over the corpse: yet the closer he got, the slower Jellial moved. He was moving his claws carefully, as a surgeon would, in an attempt to match some of the wounds on the corpse’s body with his own claws. If they roughly-matched, Maylene’s pack would be the first group to look towards. If not, they could eliminated as prime suspects.