“Is that a,” Cerberus’ bewildered tone stopped halfway as he looked onto the trap in a mixture of curiosity and disbelief.

“It is!” Coal exclaimed, hurrying over to the shattered glass, “A Rot Bomb, I used to love throwing these around.” Coal’s upbeat smile vanished as soon as the smell hit him. The now detonated rot bomb had an aura of rotting flesh that extended a few feet away from it, and the putrid smell of disease hit him like a truck, taking all his effort to not gag. Cerberus chuckled from the side. The bomb wasn’t the most powerful, but it was effective.
He waved his hand at the shattered glass, causing it to silently disappear under the bed, leaving a disgusting damp trail of rot leading to the fermented bed. What was an ice mage doing with a Rot Bomb anyway? 
It was a simple enchantment for beginners that even Coal was too good for, being used by someone with the power to cause an eternal winter? Just didn’t add up in Coal’s head. He thought the crook may possibly have a child, or maybe the crook [i]was[/i] a child. Coal shook his head free of the thoughts, no need to speculate without any further proof.

Stepping back from the scene of the crime, Coal sadly didn’t find much else to explore. No one was going to leave incriminating evidence under a blanket with more holes than swiss cheese anyway, and so he stood with his hands to his hips. [i]”What now?”[/i], he thought, still scanning the room. The kitchen was thoroughly examined, the basement was being searched, and Coal was up here. His fingers twitched with restlessness, he wanted to do [i]something[/i].

He caught Azai’s eye for a brief second, arching his eyebrow when he saw him fiddling with a little black box. A safe. He found such useful evidence and didn’t bother telling Coal? Coal was too curious to be mad when he strode over to Azai’s side, the wet, rotten wood letting out a soft, unnerving [i]squelch[/i] as he stepped on a practically rotten space of wood. Obviously the work of magic, he could hear the twinkling of RainBow Dust downstairs as Azai’s magic triggered the accelerated rotting. 

Peering over Azai’s shoulder with his eyes fixated on the box, Azai finally turned around, apparently too sucked in by the box he wasn’t shocked that Coal was standing directly behind him. The safe was already opened anyway, a shame, Coal thought. He had moonwort, and  lotus root prepared, perfect ingredients for an unlocking spell. 
”Coal I think I found something come take a look”, Azai said, causing Coal to internally go “Aww”, Azai actually called him over! Never mind he was already behind him and staring intently into the safe’s contents, thinking to himself what a riveting find it was.

“It’s filled to the brim with useful evidence.” was he sarcastic or sincere? Coal’s flat tone didn’t give out which.