“You look deep in thought my dwarven friend I myself can’t help thinking that there must be some connection that we are missing between these houses. Or those who live therein.”
“I for one think that the least attractive entrance would prove the most fruitful. I’d lay a claim that the exit to the Inn would yeild some fascinating answers – although I’d rather go in by the top with the guard and let those would wish to this exit reveal themselves by climbing down here into a trap?”
“What do you think? There are many avenues of thought here.”
Still down below in the cellar, Feldard regarded the priest. “Checking out the Inn without the guards may prove more fruitful still, and is what I intend to do after this. As for your suggestion of a trap, that would be for the Tribune to decide and from his orders it seems he has other intentions.”
He scrambled up the ladder, followed by the mage and cleric, emerging into the guest house and somewhat disappointed at the lack of a skirmish. He looked over the room, and it’s sparce furnishing then headed to the window, careful to avoid stepping in the muddy tracks, and watched the progress of the Tribune’s men.
One of them opened a desk drawer and pulled out a purple hood. The Tribune walked over to examine the hood.
“Tribune, there was red hair caught in the blood back in the Vorloi house, and under the girl’s fingernails. Can you think of anyone in the Torenescu or Radu clans that has red hair?”
“Red hair in this hood as well.” The Tribune replied. “But the answer to your question is no, so far as I am aware.”
A guard came in to the room. “Sir, we have the owner of the house ready for questioning.”
“Very well. Take me to him.”
As the Tribune departed, Nicolai mused on the nature of the clues they had found. “The writing in blood the Vorloi girl left, could it have been trying to spell out Radu? The ring we found looks like a plant, it was too easy to find, and if it had fallen off in a struggle, then that person would probably have noticed and looked for it. It would be rather incriminating. Hence the question is, what would the Radu gain from killing the Vorloi girl, and could it be a ruse to further encourage tension between the two families? Or have they been behind the friction all along?”
“But that doesn’t explain the tunnels. Why were they dug? Pre-planned escape routes? Or just secret ways around the city? Now I’m just not sure of the answers.”
Nicolai ended his speculation and suggested they go to the main house and observe the owner. It turns out the house belongs to a butcher named Turano. He rented the house to a man named Skevlos, a dock worker. Questioned about hair color, Turano reported that Skevlos had black hair.