[center][h3]Valthyr Naffron[/h3][/center]

[sub]Location: Streets of Dawnhaven, on the way to the crime scene.
Interacting with Daphne [@PrinceAlexus], Flynn [@The Muse], Ayel [@Dezuel], Nathaniel [@Echotech71][/sub][hr]
That had been easy, almost surprisingly so. He had managed to get Daphne to follow him and could now serve as a first-hand witness which would hopefully get him out of the collective of suspects. The quick arrival of more and more people baffled him a bit though and the druid started a slight feel of unease rise inside him: Providing an explanation to just one person until said person was convinced about him saying the truth would probably have been a lot easier than convincing half a dozen of people who all could disrupt and ask all the more questions.

As some talk was going on, the druid took the time to inspect the newcomers (from his perspective) a little closer. 

The first one, a man almost as tall as him and dressed in rather expensive looking clothes did not get his name mentioned by anyone else, but Valthyr picked up the words 'your highness'. So the prince ? Maybe he should have done a bit more thorough research about Dawnhaven, then he would have been able to actually know the man's name without somebody saying it. On the plus side, now he knew that it would be better to follow the orders which, luckily, were quite congruent with what he had planned on doing anyway.

The second one made himself noticeable via Valthyr's nostrils almost as quick as visually. Just what was that smell ? Having quickly ruled out poop, pee and sweat all the same, the druid reached the conclusion that it has to be something Ayel must have put on his body very much on purpose. Valthyr had to sneeze and that was not because he was still trodding through snow on bare feet, but because of whatever kind of vile concoction slowly but surely separated from the noble's face. Valthyr felt allergic to that! And just about the time he had put the stamp of probably being all the bad prejudices about nobles of his druid community combined onto Ayel, the latter rendered this judgement obsolete:

[color=#f49ac2]"Your highness, this would go much faster if you allow me to use this one as a mount."[/color]

Just what had this madman blurted out of his fancy mouth ? Valthyr's inner logic responsible for escalation prevention disengaged more quickly than he could even realize: [color=yellow]"[i]This one[/i], as you call it, is a woman whose name is Daphne and who is friendly enough to help me. Please pay some respect. Otherwise... wouldn't it be more appropriate if you 'ride' on me ? Just as a suggestion, of course."[/color]

Valthyr hoped that this noble would just say yes -- if not for realizing how unreasonable the words spoken had been then at least because saying yes could serve as another provocation in the man's wicked set of coordinates. Trying not to endulge himself in his imaginations of Ayel trying to climb onto the shoulders of his entire 6'8 too much, Valthyr quickly addressed all of them with a gentle nod, including Nathaniel who joined in a tiny bit later.

So many unknown people who in turn seemed to know each other already... Not exactly the easiest situation!

[color=yellow]"So I have observed most of the event, but unfortunately couldn't do much to prevent it."[/color] He left the cat out this time or the others might have declared him crazy. [color=yellow]"Two women were in company of another person who later on turned out to be what I can only guess was a blightborn. Some more people, guards or the like I imagine, accompanied them. I was unable to pick up all the words exchanged, but suddenly the blightborn individual, he... attacked one of the guards and consumed his face, or parts of his entire head. The women escaped  and the blightborn made a run for it in a different direction, very fast."[/color]