Just as the Sheriff begins talking about the Hambley farm, a small, cloaked figure dashes into the room and skids to a halt. Sweeping its hood down with a white-furred hand, you see a diminutive rat-like creature standing at just over four feet tall and smiling broadly. He... or she... seems to never quite stand still and its jittery motions cause the various skulls and bones tied to its belt to clack and clatter.
"Brodert Quink said you wanted to see me?" The ratfolk asks in a serene voice as his nostrils and whiskers twitch to the smells of the others in the room. With an eloquence that clashes in stark contrast to its features, it continues quickly,
"Skriz at your service. Apologies for being late, I was studying Zanathyel's A Treatise on the Hellpacts of Old Cheliax and their Influence on Modern Trade Routes and lost track of time. Quite a fascinating book if you have a chance to read it. Chapters fifty-six and fifty-seven have a particular focus on the coastal ruins along the Lost Coast from Magnimar to Riddleport that I find extraordinarily enlightening."
Skriz blinks twice and blurts,
"Oh forgive my manners, I didn't give you my bona fides that pertain to why the Mayor wanted me to be here. I am a scholar of ancient Thassilon, a practitioner of magicks and powers arcane (namely in those focusing on death), and an investigator of the unexplained. Brodert Quink and the Stone of the Seers university of magic in Magnimar can vouch for me if you need further references." Almost as though the thought had just now occurred to it, Skriz bows to all in the room.
[ +- ] Skriz, Master of Powers Arcane and Devotee of Death Magicks