CoL Mafia COMPLETE MAFIA WINS

[Aishana]

A man in a hooded green cloak examines the crime scene for a few minutes, then stalks off without saying anything.

[Jael]

A man just into his middle years approaches in the company of several Children of the Light, the silver-lined velvet duster hanging from his shoulders marking him as Thiefbane a stark contrast against the pristine white material surrounding him, and the crimson red scene before him.

Pulling his gloves from his hands and stuffing them in his pocket, his nose wrinkles in distaste as he surveys the brutality smeared across the square in front of him. Glancing to the man at his left, the golden knots at his shoulder marking him as an officer, Jael murmers to him in a low voice 'Perhaps a cordon to restrict the scene from the view of the general public' he suggests. The man nods in agreement as he begins to bark commands at the remaining Children and prompting them to action.

Watching the area being cleared of citizens as the Children establish an exclusion zone, Jael folds his hands behind his back, again murmuring, although this time to himself "A crime as though sprung from the pages of a book about trolloc slaughters. Trollocs then? Or someone or someones who do a little too much reading.."

Jael ponders the thought as he commits the scene to memory. "Sandar will need to hear of this."

[Vilac]

A man stumbles around Amador Central Square muttering to himself. "My time as a warrior is fading, the ever growing shadow is spreading and I don't know if I have given everything I have to the Light in this lifetime... Where is the tavern?!"

[alima]

Are you 5?

[Vilac]

I am much older than five young lady. I would have thought the stoic look on my face would have given it away. Would you like to enjoy an ale with me at the tavern?

[hasp]

Let me apologize. I added in Vilac. and did not update. Proceed.

[alima]

Well since it appears you are who you say you are, I will join you for a drink, as long as you're buying. Would be nice to take my mind off the horrible incident this morning.

[Reyne]

*looks around warily at each person in turn*

*grunts a bar order at the innkeep and takes a seat in the corner*

[Ashlee]

Sat at a crowded table in the common room of the inn, trying, perhaps in vain, to scrub the bloody scene from her mind’s eye. Vain though it may be, she was going to do her flaming best, and her second mug of ale was a good start.

[Tolveor]

Tolveor sits down on his porch, mug in hand watching the scene before him. "Hopefully someone will figure things out" he thinks to himself. "Bad events seldom come alone"