[Moon] Caught In the Middle

The city is full of color, voices of people murmuring, discussing, shouting, in fact outright living when Rauka was away from all those trouble. Duty awaits. She was in the middle of another standard pen-testing, already got in. Although the job was dull, the location was a bit unusual this time. Usually she was tasked with breaking into official places to ensure their security. There were some out of the ordinary jobs, of course but this one seemed particularly odd as it was a regular house. Nothing fancy, nothing official, just (apparently) the residence of someone. It's a two floor building, Rauka standing in the first. Although a bit disorganized, nothing unusual catches Rauka's eye.

As you go upstairs, the stench of something horrific fills your nose and lungs. Only your dwarven constitution prevents you from coughing or outright puking. The upstair room is smaller than the entrance with only an uncomfortable looking bed with a single table. In the middle of the room lies a young dwarven man. It's impossible to understand if the body has been there for quite some time or just that the weather is so hot that it stinks. When you get closer, you notice a familiar necklace. This man belonged to Clan Orothiar, maybe the biggest rival of Clan Kundarak. The blood on the body is dry and it stained the wooden floor.

The shield you were talking to listens to you calmly, giving her attention to you fully. When you finish she turns to her partner and says "See that, Planko? The citizens of this city are good." As she approaches the house, her partner keeps an eye on you to make sure you don't run away. The shield inspects the house and its surroundings. Smells the air, then grimaces. She comes back and thanks you for informing them. Then she says to Planko "Little girl is right. Something stinks there. Let's see if we can identify who lives there. We can't just barge into the place but things will be a lot easier if we can get a clearance." They now completely lost interest in you, discussing how should they approach this issue as they continue patrolling.

"Oh, so you say we were pen-tested ouselves? You know this place as much as I do, let's check here to see if anything is misplaced or are there any signs of intrusion."

As she finishes her words you start to investigate the place. The room you're in right now is the head office, with a door connecting it to outside and a few windows on the sides. There is a big table behind which Talaraka was sitting and a big shelve containing lots of documents and books. You trace your own steps, approach the situation like you would if you were to intrude here. First you check the instruction paper. At first glance it's exactly how it should be with the handwriting and stuff but when you look a bit closer you realize it's a bit too perfect. You reach one of the shelves to compare this instruction with previous ones. That's when you realize one of the papers seems off. You always fold it exactly twice with complete overlap but this one has some additional wrinkles and folding signs you're not used to. When you compare this odd one with your cuurrent instruction you realize every word in these papers exactly match with all the little details one puts into writing. People are usually not that perfect when it comes to handwriting, you can observe lots of different styles on one person's writings. You and Matron discuss this.

"Well, it's official then. Let's keep a low profile on this. You alerted the guards, which means they've already found the body and even those guards can find your red coin lying there. Once this gets out, other clans will have heard of this and it won't be late until they figure out it was us that sent you there. First things first. Do you have any acquintance from Clan Orothiar? Someone who doesn't care much about clan rivalries? It'd be nice to have someone our back should they accuse us of anything. I'll contact my superiors in the mean time to get to the bottom of this. You have any other ideas on how should we proceed?"

With a short walk you arrive at the restaurant. As always it is booming with people talking, plates being put together, clanking voices all over. Waiters are shouting for orders, people laughing or discussing with each other. You know this place very well, so there is always a spot for you and your companion. You are now sitting at a tiny table in the corner, a bit away from the nearest table.