Warren sat and considered the facts, trying to push the troublesome letter out of his mind. His initial searches had proven useless and the information had come to him second-hand on account of his status as a Free Paladin, but there was something that unsettled him about the incident. His seat on the stone bench of the fountain near the center of the city had him reluctantly sitting with his back away from a wall, but he shrugged off the unease and focused. Warren considered what he had been told.
The ground was charred. The victim was nearly unrecognizable and his armor was nearly melted. He had been skewered with a weapon matching that of a paladin's common design and had suffered multiple gashes. The attack had happened with no witnesses but not on Ul'dah's doorstep.
Content with the basics, he began to run down the list of question marks.
There were no hard rules against it, but a paladin would have no use, or time, for black arts. The sort of dedication required to cause a blast of that size was something that would have been difficult to keep up with on top of the patrols and drills and duties.
The sword. He knew better than to doubt the battle abilities of a lalafell, but this wasn't a random victim. This was a Brass Blade, and the wounds that had felled him were wild, splitting open chest and arms, and not the sort of practiced strikes that a free paladin was supposed to have drilled into them. It also stood that the weapon had been left standing like an ill omen in the gut of the corpse, a warning that matched that of the letters spread throughout the city.
Warren visualized the scene as well as he could and began to run arrows into his train of thought. The blast was simple enough to explain; The free paladin hadn't acted alone. The blows to the chest were most curious to him, however. A lalafell's strikes would have been lower on the body than the chest. This could still be explained that an accomplice had reeled the man down before the knight finished him off.
A reasonable explanation, but it didn't stick. Something didn't fit. Warren growled to himself, realizing he had zoned out of his surroundings. He shook his head and tried to collect his thoughts once again.
The ground was charred. The victim was nearly unrecognizable and his armor was nearly melted...
The ground was charred. The victim was nearly unrecognizable and his armor was nearly melted. He had been skewered with a weapon matching that of a paladin's common design and had suffered multiple gashes. The attack had happened with no witnesses but not on Ul'dah's doorstep.
Content with the basics, he began to run down the list of question marks.
There were no hard rules against it, but a paladin would have no use, or time, for black arts. The sort of dedication required to cause a blast of that size was something that would have been difficult to keep up with on top of the patrols and drills and duties.
The sword. He knew better than to doubt the battle abilities of a lalafell, but this wasn't a random victim. This was a Brass Blade, and the wounds that had felled him were wild, splitting open chest and arms, and not the sort of practiced strikes that a free paladin was supposed to have drilled into them. It also stood that the weapon had been left standing like an ill omen in the gut of the corpse, a warning that matched that of the letters spread throughout the city.
Warren visualized the scene as well as he could and began to run arrows into his train of thought. The blast was simple enough to explain; The free paladin hadn't acted alone. The blows to the chest were most curious to him, however. A lalafell's strikes would have been lower on the body than the chest. This could still be explained that an accomplice had reeled the man down before the knight finished him off.
A reasonable explanation, but it didn't stick. Something didn't fit. Warren growled to himself, realizing he had zoned out of his surroundings. He shook his head and tried to collect his thoughts once again.
The ground was charred. The victim was nearly unrecognizable and his armor was nearly melted...
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