"Oh, for--" Osric sighed as he pinched at the bridge of his nose. "Twelve above, does this street ever go a sun without a fresh corpse?"
The sergeant raised a hand and flicked his wrist, motioning the Brass Blades forward. He walked down the alley with them just far enough to take Kanaria gently by the shoulders and draw her aside, towards the far side of the street.
Once they cleared the scene, he turned to her and fell down onto his haunches, the better to look up into her eyes, searching them out of concern.
"Aight. They're goin' t'need everythin' y'know. When and where y'found the body, have you handled or tampered with any of the evidence, if you saw anythin' suspicious like a suspect, everythin'."Â
"Sergeant?"
He muttered under his breath. "Yes, Rand, I'm comin'. Trade with me, will you? Ask her the usual."
A dozen paces found him shoulder to shoulder with the highlander, who all but growled the details to him in a low tone of voice. Baritone... no, bass. Big man, deep voice.Â
"Turned him over. Bloke was stabbed to death. Repeatedly."
"So?"
"So word throughout the service is, you know knifework better than most folks in this city. Certainly better than me and my men."
"...I'll take a look."
They passed each other, Osric ducking back into the alley, Rand sidling up to Kanaria with a sudden change in gait that could almost be called a strut.Â
"Miss." The Brass Blade crossed his arms and leaned against the palace stonework. "Mind sharing with ol' Rand what you saw?"
The sergeant raised a hand and flicked his wrist, motioning the Brass Blades forward. He walked down the alley with them just far enough to take Kanaria gently by the shoulders and draw her aside, towards the far side of the street.
Once they cleared the scene, he turned to her and fell down onto his haunches, the better to look up into her eyes, searching them out of concern.
"Aight. They're goin' t'need everythin' y'know. When and where y'found the body, have you handled or tampered with any of the evidence, if you saw anythin' suspicious like a suspect, everythin'."Â
"Sergeant?"
He muttered under his breath. "Yes, Rand, I'm comin'. Trade with me, will you? Ask her the usual."
A dozen paces found him shoulder to shoulder with the highlander, who all but growled the details to him in a low tone of voice. Baritone... no, bass. Big man, deep voice.Â
"Turned him over. Bloke was stabbed to death. Repeatedly."
"So?"
"So word throughout the service is, you know knifework better than most folks in this city. Certainly better than me and my men."
"...I'll take a look."
They passed each other, Osric ducking back into the alley, Rand sidling up to Kanaria with a sudden change in gait that could almost be called a strut.Â
"Miss." The Brass Blade crossed his arms and leaned against the palace stonework. "Mind sharing with ol' Rand what you saw?"
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