[center][b][i]Royal Bloods; Rayvon & Ceann[/i][/b][/center]

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Both Ceann and Rayvon return to their full height at the behest of Xavier. While Rayvon begins to open her magical senses, she stiffens for a moment upon feeling some residual magic –likely from the recently activated rune—Ceann scours the dark to attempt to notice any possible way for an assassin to make it in. Between the foreign architecture and engrossing shadows, the only ways she can divine are the doors and entrance they themselves came through... Both of which were covered by guards. Rayvon taps her side lightly and nods towards the princess. “Sense that?” she whispers exclusively to the elven woman.

 Ceann furrows her brow, extending her own magical senses and notices a faint pull from the woman. “A mage?” Rayvon nods, unsettled a little by the implications that could mean. Both of the women would be aware of the fact that those gifted with magic, if not disciplined could be a danger with it. The Aasimar herself would be aware of general cold way Liverians could regard those with magical talent. Sure, it was not openly persecuted such as in Rheinfeld, however, it did beg a question…

The elven woman regards the princess for a moment before looking back to Rayvon, “It might prove immensely helpful to know what was the causation of death, wouldn’t it?” Rayvon nods and continues to hang back, making it clear she was the last one wanting to open up conversation with anyone of importance. With an inward sigh, Ceann steps forward and addresses the Crown-Prince. “I have a few questions, if you would not mind my doing so.”

As the wanderer sets upon that line of investigation, Rayvon settles at the table, grasping the bag of records and begins to withdraw them each, setting them out in neat piles. Everything laid out before her, she offers a gesture to those around her to help themselves, knowing it would take some time for any single person to go through all that was written, after all. That said, she takes the first off the stacks and begins to skim through it, page by page for important details, regarding the initial discovery, testimonies, and autopsy… Hopefully the initial recorders were not the sort to stuff official documents like these with needless opinion and purple prose.

Ceann clears her throat, before beginning, “First off, I would ask about the means of death. Was it a weapon? Poison? Magic? More physical means?…” She pauses before continuing, “As well, I would ask of any conflicts your kingdom might have, either foreign or internal.”

Meanwhile, with her readings, Rayvon was getting rather irritated. Whoever was in charge of recording the event were a bunch of bumbling idiots who had no idea what they were doing. Either the Witch Hunters weren’t employed to help sort this out or they were a lot less professional than she thought. All she was finding was a repetition of what Xavier had already said. Both dead, same room, Penelope was the only witness and she was apparently too traumatized to speak up. Furthermore, the guards who apparently found Penelope and the two dead royals were too incompetent to leave a real statement. With a sigh she pushes these papers away and fumbles for the next, rubbing her eyes tiredly. They really were wordsy assholes writing these things while providing no detail. It was now that Rayvon pipes up, searching the papers would take too long. “Xavier, perhaps we could talk with those who were first on the scene, aside from Penelope?”