I adjusted my inch-thick spectacles, trying to peer over the shoulder of a large man in front of me. A thick lump formed in the center of my stomach as my eyes locked on the guard's mangled corpse, strewn on the ground. I had read plenty of books about murders and mysteries, sure, but to see one myself was an entirely different experience, I felt the color drain from my face as I looked onto it, my eyes drawn to it against my will. Yet I quickly averted my gaze, flustered and pale at what I had just seen. Elturel had always been a relatively safe place, sure there was the occasional thief, but never this. It had always been a place filled with people I could call a friend, no matter how different we were - but now to see one of those men, one of my friends, one of the first men to great me when I arrived here a year ago, lying on the ground as a charred shadow of himself...
I've always been quite sheltered, admittedly, even after I moved from my father's Keep to the Watchful Order mage academy in Waterdeep. The Tower of Order had acted as my shield, protecting me from murders, monsters, and any brutality running rampant in the rest of Faerun. Before that I had always been under my father's disapproving eye and my mother's sheltering arms - I hadn't even seen an Orc until I was almost 14. And Elturel had always been a nice little town, relatively safe from outside scourges, and a perfect place to practice my Magic in my spare time when I hadn't been working part time as a farmhand, far from the kind of brutality laying on the ground not thirty feet from me. I wiped my spectacles clean on my shirt and looked back at Darious's corpse, this time shuddering a bit less. If this was what the rest of the world was like then I supposed I ought to do something about it.
Doing my best to slink through the crowd, I attempted to get closer to Taveen, hoping to hear what was going on. I would do whatever I could to help Elturel and stop this from happening again. I wasn't much of a warrior, far from burly as any of the other farmhands, but I had been practicing magic for almost two years now, both with and without the Watchful Order, and in another month I would be twenty. Besides, Elturel had always been kind to me, perhaps this incident would give me a chance to pay the people back. I may have flunked out of the Watchful Order, but I refused to fail now.