Paprika turned to the other guard. “I believe your companion’s desire for righteous worship got ahead of him. He seems to have found the crime scene so disturbing he cleaned it up. I’m sure some gods out there found it admirable, but for me, it’s irritating.”
I. Wish I was able to. Say something about-..
I should just… I have more information to gather.
(which one do you want to talk to first?)
(she wouldn’t be able to give them specific names as the man didn’t name which is which, so… the one more to the left.)
“Of course. Someone casting that spell would certainly not be an inexperienced mage, but it’s hardly as difficult as, say, Teleport . But you all are quite experienced, aren’t you? Isn’t that why you’re here?”
“But that’s still illegal! He’s not a criminal.”
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As you leave, you can hear the kid telling his dad about how “she’s NOT a dragon, but she STILL knows magic”.
…Anyways! The first one you approach turns out to be Varl; as expected, he’s currently planting his fields. He’s got a long scar across his face, and he’s starting to go bald.
“Hello there,” he says as you approach him. “You looking for something?”
(I accidentally failed to copy the first sentence from my word processer and it made the second one less coherent! fixed now)
“Uhm…” I’m… going to. Assume he’s Varl. Considering the names. And stuff. “I’m sorry, I’m, trying to.”
Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. “You had- petitioned the Baron. Last year.”
“…How was it? How did it. Go.”
“Regardless of assumptions of experience, a distinct request was made regarding assistance when handling that problem. No attempt was made after the initial refusal to determine the group’s abilities before suggesting that they handle the problem without assistance. This would appear to be negligence, strange for an experienced guard.”
“When a cultist breaks into a room to paint symbols, they have no desire to clean it up. Breaking in to hide the evidence would be strange: a second break-in only creates more, doesn’t it?”
Paprika made an “a implies b” gesture with her hands.
“So we’re looking for a righteous individual who accessed the crime scene to stymie the worship of an evil cult. Picking that lock and putting it right back on would take some talent, and I doubt our do-gooder has put time into that skill.”
“Somebody who hates cults and who could access the crime scene without lockpicking.” Head tilt. “I requested you leave the room in case it was your prescence making him too uncomfortable to admit this. It seems it wasn’t. Under Wanderer’s rather unsubtle threat of a truth spell, he professed himself to be no cultist, but ignored my questions as to whether the crime scene was accessed.”
@discobot roll 1d20
(Perception to find any physical evidence to show)
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Paprika looks around the room, but her eyes don’t catch anything that would help demonstrate her point: unfortunately, at this point, it is just a theory.
“All it takes is this undamaged lock, and this deduction is trivial for someone like me. What do you think?”
(what does he seem to be planting/how does he do it.)
“Pretty well, I’d say.” His tone of voice certainly seems less guarded than the person you spoke to just before this. “Told him about a troupe of grimstalkers we were having some trouble with — we’d had two deaths already, you understand — and he came out to deal with it right away. This would have been last Erastus, just after Archerfeast.”
“I would be perfectly happy to refute your theory under truth spell.” Even so, he sounds rather less confident than when he was denying being a cultist. “Shall we proceed to the temple of Abadar? I trust you will be willing to pay for the spell, considering that it’s your theory.”
He’s continuing to give you a condescending smile.
That’s… a little odd. “I was told he had. Denied. A talk this time. About the… monster? That attacked on Oathday. This week.”
“I don’t have any need to do that.” She meets his eye and smiles back. “It doesn’t matter in the slightest to me. I am satisfied already. Shall we proceed in looking for evidence regarding the identity of the cultists?”
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