Damn, thought Nicolai. So she was a Vorloi. That meant, according to the hearsay floating around the Nest, that the Veiled Society could be Torenescu or Radu. Whatever way this pans out it is going to be nasty.
Miklos began to speak. He had to tell this man about the evidence he had found, but before he could get the words out, Nicolai stepped in front of him holding a small ring.
“Tribune, I found this in the cellar entrance above at the scene of the crime.”
“A powerful piece of evidence you have found there, young man! This ring bears the emblem of the Torenescu family. There has been some friction between the Torenescu and the Vorloi of late.”
Miklos waited Tribune Alexandros to finish, but before he could get a word in edgewise, Maruc took his turn to address the official.
“Her Father will weep for her Tribune Alexandros. Thank Halav this tunnel complex concealed no more foulness. I will speak a prayer for those who died in the cave in.” Maruc replied soberly.
“If there is any more aid I can…”
“Ahh Noble Tribune!” Miklos said cutting off the famously wordy cleric. “I have evidence that must be investigated in the house above and everything we uncover seems to sprout a multitude of questions–your aid and experience would be invaluable. Please follow my comrades and myself into the house above.” as Miklos lead the group into upper chamber he chattered on.
After learning the identity of the woman’s corpse, the guard had made their way to the woman’s house and were just entering from the street outside.
“Here look,” said the mage pointing to where he had found the bloody message written on the floor tiles.
“It’s fascinating. It seems that Lucia had tried to communicate with any who would follow. Come, come though here…see written in blood.”
Saeth felt great relief that the guard had managed to sort everything out without difficulty. Neverless, the humans seemed be be doing enough talking for all of them. As the Tribune examined the bloody floor and the rest of the house, she stood back and let them do their jobs, following their investigation and soaking in as much of the scene as she could.
Feldard listened as the humans fawned over the Tribune for attention. They truly were ever so helpful. He grimaced, again it seemed that the elf and he were of like mind – letting the humans do the talking. Well that just wouldn’t do
“I’d be interested in seeing more of these tunnels. Discovering all it’s entrances and exits might be of use in determining it’s purpose – smuggling, evasion, attack or other,” pointed out Feldard.
“I agree, ” replied Nicolai. “I have a feeling that we won’t find out what was really going on here, until we have the true source of these diggings explained”
The Tribune, finished with his cursory first look at the murder scene in the Vorloi foyer, addressed the crew of heroes. “If you’d like to accompany me on a tour of these tunnels, you are by all means welcome in return for your assistance in this matter.”
And so, the group spent the rest of the day joining the guard in a tour of the Veiled Society’s underground tunnel system. They made their way past the point where Miklos had explored. As they continued, a disgusting smell overcame them. The source was a pit in a small side passage. The pit held the refuse which was dumped in by a garbage chute from an inn above.
Continuing along, the smell of rotten food blended in with the smell of rotten flesh as they neared the tunnel collapse that had taken the lives of three slaves who’d worked the southern half of the tunnels.
Finally, they reached another cellar at the southern end of the tunnel network. Along the south wall was a large pile of dirt. Near the open tunnel mouth was a small wheelbarrow, loaded with shovels and picks. A mound of bloody bandages lie in the corner of the room. Wooden beams were piled neatly in the center of the room. A roll of parchment lies atop the beams. In the southeast corner a ladder led up to a trapdoor in the ceiling.