With the smell of ash still rich in the air Khaz took a moment to overlook the level of destruction before him with his own eyes, running his gaze over the rest of his herd  lazely in order to make sure they were all there and alright before focusing more on the carnage itself. 

As a matter of course, Khaz hated everybody he met equally; Having grown up in the slums he had encountered just about every form of life that walked the earth and on more then one occasion they had all shown him [i]exactly[/i] what they thought of him and his right to exist. So it might have surprised everyone whom had ever met him that he didn't hate the undead. 

Unlike the living who were so quick to comdemn him, he had never once been called a monster  by their undead counterparts; One of the best bosses he had ever had while he was freelancing had been a ghoul of all things! He would have kept in touch with the undead creep if he hadn't chosen the wrong side of a power play between two competing vampires and gotten himself killed for good.

Turning to scan the crowd that had gathered, Khaz tried to sort through them in order to pick out the people who had actually been there to witness the explosion amongst those that had arrived to investigate the explosion afterwards... and from that group, try and pick which amongst them would start talking if he [i]asked[/i] them to.

Balto eyed the dwarf "Let's see what answers we can get in the sunlight before we go spelunking shall we"  He then turned to the massive, imposing creature capable of ripping him limb from limb. Yes. being in the guard was really the opportunity of a life time. HIs mother would be proud he was sure. She had abbandoned him in the slums and that was as good as tying to kill him after all, She must be thrilled to know her demonic abomation of a son was doing a good job heading into the jaws of terrible, political violence and death now.

"See anyone with plaster or dust on them Khaz? Those are the ones we wanna ask, They were here for the explosion and didn't have enough of a mind to book it when we arrived." He said as he picked up a piece of a cheremic vase. The flying rock must had shattered it. He turned it in his hands, then brought it to his nose. IT smelt of formeldahyde nad preservatives. When he realized it was part of a cremation urn he dropped it like it was on fire and tried to wipe his hand on his uniform.

"We have been here for only a few and this crimescene is allready way over my paygrade..." 

While there was a small range of targets to choose from, Khaz's attention went from one plaster covered member of the audence to another, sometimes glancing at someone who appeared to be choking on dust for good measure. After a few moments, the goatman's gaze focused in on a man behind what appeared to be some kind of pushable cart, having clearly been selling some kind of substance that was most likely as ediable now that it was covered in plaster and vampire dust as it was before. The guy kind of looked like some kind of humaniod weasel... or at least some breed of furry rodent. 

Without a word to anyone, Khaz started to walk over towards the man at a surprising speed, his long strides easily allowing him to close the distance between them while the man was to distracted to figure out that it was far, [i]far[/i] to late to run away. Reaching over and grabbing the man firmly by the scruff of both his coat and greecy hair, Khaz lifted him off the ground before carrying him back over to the small impish creature before throwing him down on the ground in front of him. 

The only word that Khaz said with a rumble like a stiring volcano was "Talk."

"Wh-whua. wuhaat" The man, having suddenly have the world catch up to him. "Why? I didn't do nuffin'" He said in the deepest, sluriest dialect Balto had ever heard. He motioned for him to calm down. "Ease up there. We aren't here to arrest you" Yet, he added mentally. "I can tell by the fact that you are covered in dust, that you were here when the blast went off." 

"I dun know nuffin'. That the truth"  The man squeeked out.

"Look." Balto spoke in the calmest, most honeyed voice he could manage "YOu are a street vendor, in the slums. Your eyes sweep for trouble more then a Guard like myself. And that says something." Balto said as he dusted the man off a little.

"What did you see?" He asked again.

"I told you...:" 

Khaz decided to take part in this conversation in a relatively polite manner... he 'accidently' stepped on the man's fingers, making sure not to put enough weight down on the hoof to cause them to break... yet. 

"ow ow ow owwwo-Ohhhkayyy.. I saw two guys allright!?" 

"Now we are talking... " Balto said. Not even glancing at the hoof currently crushing the mans hand. "Description?"

"One was a hunched over, small fellah. Halfling I think. The other... human, kinda paleish, He had some sort of stick in his hand, he carved into the rock with it while the tine tinkered by the tomb." 

Removing his hoof from the downed man's hand, Khaz allowed the imp to continue to ask whatever questions came to mind as he turned his attention back to the crowd, this time zeroing in on an orc woman that had been on the opposite side of the crowd from where the human man was.

Much like before, he repeated the due process of witness collection but unfortunately the orcish woman was a bit more attentive to the world around her then the human man was; She turned to try and run away. Reaching out, Khaz managed to grab her shoulder before she was able to turn enough to start running, forcefully turning her around and silencing her objections via a punch to the gut. 

Now properly subdued, Khaz lifted the orcish woman over his shoulder before carrying back over to the questioning imp before dropping her down on the ground next to the human man. No harm in making sure they had as many witnesses as possible to get [i]all[/i] the information that they could; Even as the woman hit the ground Khaz was already scanning the crowd for the next unlucky bastard to win the witness lottery.

"Oh..." Balto paled a bit. "Miss Longtooth." He said, a sheepish grin on his face as he recogniced the none to happy face of the Orc Matron. Her boys, the Longtooth Twins, were notoriusly keen on protecting their ol' ma. And they could give Khaz a real run for his money.

"You dare lay a ha-"

"Ah. This is offical Guard Buisness." Balto interjected. He was in damage control mode now. Khaz might be fine with making enemies but he was certeinly not fine with having the twins after him. "Khaz is merely acting after protocoll and so am I. Now Miss Longtooth. Tell us, who did you see skulk about."

"...It was "Blastin' Tommy TwoTurns..." She spat and Balto closed his eyes as to not get vile orc spittle and go blind. He had a bigger problem however.

"Blastin' Tom? As in the alchemist, peddler and pyromaniac Bottle-o-Oil Tom? Mr 'I have twelve standing charges and orders for my arrest in Ten countries' Tom? The damn near urban myth who had escaped the Guard for 10 years and costing countless guards their life. The man who blew up the old Opera House seven years back. That Tom?" He looked to Khaz. This meant trouble.

((Collab between myself and [@Hellis]))