Sep 15, 2019 2:46 am
Before the Legate approached, Ian snapped his fingers, "Greta, I wanna know how long'the meaty bits'a that corpse've been rottin' in the sun. Look fer any signs'a claws, teeth or other animal attacks, any odd smells. Doc, I wanna know how much witchcraft it'd take ta burn up'a man like that, build me'a list'a spells or effects what might do it. Johann, put those 'hunter's skills' y'keep braggin' about ta the test. Take note'a what both Greta'n Doc find, compile it an compare it ta any known demons or witch covens yer familiar with." For the moment, at least, Ian's demeanor has changed, not really seeming like the brash, rude brat he normally was, but also not really like a lordling, either. "An if'n they give you lip, remember. Yer experts."
"I'mma run interference." Adjusting his cuffs he clears his throat and raises his voice as he steps out ahead of the others, "Legate. So sorry fer takin' so long. I had ta collect my people." He looks up at the body, frowning at it before looking around the courtyard for where the body might have -possibly- been tossed down onto the statue from.
"I'mma run interference." Adjusting his cuffs he clears his throat and raises his voice as he steps out ahead of the others, "Legate. So sorry fer takin' so long. I had ta collect my people." He looks up at the body, frowning at it before looking around the courtyard for where the body might have -possibly- been tossed down onto the statue from.
