A Drudge's Dead End

[Akki]

Perina waggled her fingers at Viktu, the boy was done cooking for the day and had every intention of sleeping. “I’ll see you in the morning.” He said with a quick wave before disappearing through the door. The girl sighed slightly, looking around. She had been busted for ditching work a few days before and was now stuck with cleaning up the dining Hall all by herself. It was a wretched punishment in her opinion; there were plates and crumbs everywhere. Messy eaters lived in Caspian.

A small grin took over her face and she shrugged, “It was worth it though.”. Her rendez vous was fun; she had met up with her guy and spent the night with him. Nobody was quite sure who she was seeing – some people were saying it was a dragonrider from a nearby Weyr. Perina was doing nothing to clarify these rumors of course, she found them quite entertaining. She picked up the plates one by one, stacking them on her arm as she hummed to herself. It was boring by herself and she was wishing that Viktu had stuck around but knew her friend needed his sleep. She’d see him tomorrow and he could listen to her complain about all the dirty dishes, he was used to it by now. She placed the plates on a table, gathering all the other dishes also. Okay, okay. Maybe this wasn’t so bad – it was easy work and she was used to it.

The drudge grinned, more flashes of her get together with her oh-so mysterious lover. She was fully enjoying keeping his identity a secret; everyone was simply dying to know who he really was.

[Masque]

The dining hall as empty, only one person remained in the room. Indeed – within the local vicinity. Now that that prissy boy cook had left, the ‘victim’ was left alone. All by herself.

A deep self loathing filled the shadow lurker. They could feel the need to push forward with the action planned. Now. It had to be now. Later wouldn’t suffice, it could only be done now whilst there was no one around, no one expected, and no one to notice. No one would notice the drudge girl gone. The girl was fleeting in her appearances at work at the best of times. Her work pattern strained and tenuous, if she were to … say… disappear, very few people would notice, and fewer care.

The room was lit softly, dim glows hung in place, shedding small pools of light over the floor below. A glint came from the shadows, hide gloves held a knife. A kitchen knife, long, what a butcher might use. Pointed, brutal, and relentless in its nature.

Tonight the knife would cut a different meat, a meat it had never met. Human. Flesh.

Somewhere in the background, a canine howled, a strong haunting noise that was common throughout the hold at Night.

The urges in the hand that held the knife were strong, but the hand that held it was unsteady, either unused to a blade, or unwilling to be commanded by thought alone. Stalking the prey, the predator lifted the blade into the air, close by their own shoulder, the butt of the knife, steady, but the blade’s point waivered. Unsteady in nerved hands.

The knife sliced through the air. The blade connecting, haphazardly in the soft tissue of the clavicle. Pressed hard and deep, gritted teeth went into the strength it took. The blade sunk in so far as the handle. The girls back to the murderer, she would not see their face. Blood marred the gloves, hiding gender telling hands quite nicely, disguising them, now indistinguishable from one gender to the next.

The killer did not wait. Did not dally. Instead, hightailing it, pulling the gloves from their hand, threw them down, marked with the girl’s blood, to the floor. Then with fleet feet, the murderer ran, tore away from the scene, silent on the breeze as they ran. Ran from their crime, into the darkness of the night, the depths of the hold, not to be found. Or heard from.

The murderer had motives. But quite as to what they were who knew? It was a mystery, but Perina, was unawares.

[Akki]

She could hear the footsteps behind her, but that was no reason to turn around. It just meant that someone was looking for something to eat, which was slightly annoying. She was just about to finish cleaning up and now there would be another mess again.

Perina didn’t know how right she was, but the mess would not be of food.

When the canine howl cut through the air, a shiver was sent down Perina’s spine. It was almost like a warning of some sort. She scoffed, suddenly feeling very foolish. She wasn’t going to let herself be spooked by an animal’s call. She was no little girl! She could hear the footsteps grow closer and was about to turn around to give a saucy “Get your food and leave!”

However before she could turn around, before any words could fill her mouth there was a sharp pain. No, not sharp pain. Blinding pain. Horrible pain. She want to scream but she couldn’t, nothing came out of her mouth now – not even air. She tried to gasp, anything to get oxygen back into her lungs but instead just made a choking noise. She already knew there was no hope for her, no air would be reaching her lungs.

Within a matter of seconds, Perina was slumped onto the floor – her body broken and angular. Eyes stared up at nothing, already starting to glaze over. The fleeting footsteps could be heard but no one would see the killer leave, they were too swift.


Was this a one time thing? A random attack? Or was something dark lurking around Caspian…

Ooc|| People can post and find the body and be all AHHHOMG. But it will be like, in the morning so no one would have seen the killer~

[Dragon]

Bynor had awoken early that morning. It was actually earlier than usual. Bynor tried to keep everything, including his sleep, on a schedule. But today was different. The Lord holder figured since he was up so early, he might as well grab a bite to eat before starting a busy day. Some fruit and a good hot cup of klah. That was how Bynor wanted to start his day. He put a positive spin on waking up so early. He'd get in a good breakfast then get an early start on all the duties and paperwork necessary.

He made his way slowly into the kitchen, stretching and yawning as he made his way in. Doing so, he didn't notice the body slumped on the floor right away. When he had finished yawning and took a few more steps in, he stopped dead in his tracks. Bynor's face seemed to grow white, as if he saw a ghost. He hadn't seen anything so horrific, nothing like this. His mind and body froze for a moment trying to process what he stumbled on.

However, reality quickly kicked in and Bynor bolted out the kitchens yelling for help. Anyone would do at this point. He shouted for someone to get a healer, but he really didn't know what a healer could do with a dead body. Still, that was the only thing he could think to do on such short notice in such a situation.

[panther]

She had had a late night, yet Saberia was already in the kitchens, knife steadily chopping through some vegetables to be put to soup, digging out the rough parts, and working around them, there was no sense in waste. You could time a beat by her, slicem slice, turn, slice, slice, board up, scrape down, vegetables in pot, repeat. She stifled a yawn, eyes bleary as she worked. She really shouldn’t have been so tired, one late night sure wouldn’t kill her now would it? But it seemed her age, and her work were catching up on her.

But her idle, sleepy thoughts were disturbed when their Lord holder, came rushing through the doors calling for help. She looked up confused, she looked – mind coming to the conclusion that Lord Bynor was exaggerating, and had perhaps cut himself on a table knife. She ran the blade of her own knife(back first) between the cloths of her apron, placing the knife down on the work top, rubbing the Vegetable juices from her hands as she approached him.

“Good morning my Lord, what ever is the matter?” She tried not to be lofty as she said this, but she didn’t feel too much so. He called for a healer too, maybe he really did cut his finger she thought scathingly. But as was dutiful, she called to Viktu, “Lad, go get the healer will you?”

[Akki]

He had slept soundly through out the entire night, dozing off as soon as his body hit the cot. He woke up early and headed to the kitchen, Saberia already there and working hard. He had to admire her work ethic, being there so early. He grabbed a yellowfin and immediately began slicing it, trying to think of what they would be making in all today. He was slightly distracted though, Perina promised to come visit him while he was working so she could fill him in on all the juicy gossip involving her mysterious man.

He wanted to meet Perina’s secret guy but she said not yet, to wait a bit. She wanted Viktu’s approval of him which was understandable; they were best friends, they wanted each others approval for everything. Everyone who worked in the kitchens or Dining Hall knew they were practically lovers – well, platonic lovers. He looked up from the fish when Lord Bynor’s voice reached his ears. A healer? Did someone drop their plate and get cut or something? Surely a cut wouldn’t be bad enough for someone to shut for a healer. He put down his knife and snapped his fingers, within seconds a gold firelizard was curled up onto his shoulder. “Go get a healer, Fysque?” He asked, the critter chirping before disappearing.

He slipped out of the kitchen, walking up to Saberia and the Lord Holder. “What’s wrong?” He asked with a sniff, curious. His curiosity disappeared though when he saw what was behind the man. A body. No, not any body.

Perina’s body.

“Perina?” He said, the words coming out as a gurgle. “Perina!” This time it came out as shout, a desperate one. It was obvious she was already dead, unblinking eyes and the odd angles of her body. He ran forward, probably elbowing Bynor as he did so but he didn’t care, nothing mattered except for his friend lying on the ground. He crouched beside her, cradling her head. There was blood all around her, some dry and some not. His pants were probably ruined now, not that he cared.

[Shekru]

There's yelling, and hollering enough that the Wher Hold caught wind enough for a very tired, very -GROUCHY- looking Fyg to appear. Still in her sleeping garb (which is mostly a sleeveless tunic and a pair of shortened trousers), the woman appeared in the dining hall doorway, hair mussed. Fyg is definitely not a morning person, especially when sleep only came a few hours before dawn.

With so many figures and bodies in the way, the body was not the first thing Fyg noticed. It was the knife. A long stare was given the thing before Viktu and his voice pulled Fyg out. The sound was not happy, and the Wherhandler shouldered her way through the crowd. Oh.. my..

She had seen death. Mostly in animals, and in SPADES.. but. This.. was no animal. At least, not in the same sense. Lowering down, Fyg gently draped a hand on Viktu's shoulder. "Vik.." Her voice cooed softly, hand tightening in the cook's shirt. "Vik, darlin'.." Steeling herself against any flailing of rage and sorrow, Fyg looped an arm around the cook's middle and attempted to draw him away from the carnage.

[Akki]

The news had spread quickly through the Hold, even the Wher Hall. The discovery of a body was not to be taken lightly, especially when the body was of a young woman who died of unnatural causes. Murderous causes.

Terwin was wakened by a drudge who had rushed into his room. It was probably a smart move since he held a relatively important title within the Hold. Plus up until now, he knew everything that goes on within the walls. If a drudge missed a few days of work? He knew about it. If someone had broken up with their significant other? He knew about it. He jumped out of his cot, quickly grabbing some presentable clothes and bolting from his room. He was trying to shove an arm through his sleeve and buttoning up his shirt when he rushed into the Dining Hall.

“What happened?” He gasped, striding up to the Lord Holder and staring at the body with wide eyes. He held a cloth up to his mouth and nose, the smell of iron from the spilt blood was overwhelming. A cook was beside the body, clearly distraught with a woman trying to comfort him. He closed his eyes, trying to recall their names. The cook was Viktu and the woman was...Fyg? He looked around, spotting the knife and a glove. Tools in the murder. “Who would have done this?” He mumbled softly, shaking his head.

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It was a gruesome sight, no one could deny that. Perina had been slashed; there was blood everywhere on the ground. She stared at the ceiling, eyes completely glazed over. Viktu’s clothes were now splotched with red. He felt the hand on his shoulder, a weird feeling. The hand on his shoulder was warm while the head in his head was ice cold. He looked up, taking a moment to recognize Fyg as she tried to pull him away from the body. He shook his head slightly, he had no intentions of moving. Not just yet.

“This is my fault.” Viktu whispered quietly to Fyg. It was probably unclear as to whether Viktu was confessing to murdering his friend, though few would probably think that, or if it was survivor’s guilt. He had been the last one to see the girl; he left her alone so he could go catch a few hours of sleep. If he stayed behind could he have prevented to the murder? Or would there have been two bodies on the ground instead? It didn’t matter really, either way he felt he was responsible. He probably could have prevented this; Perina wouldn’t be on the ground right now but instead teasing the other drudges.

Caspian Hold had changed dramatically over the night.

[panther]

Saberia heard the shouts from Vitku, Perina’s name… She furrowed her brow neatly, wondering why a healer would be wanted. She gathered her skirts and took a few steps forward, entering their equivalent of the dining room. Then she stopped in the door.

A sea of blood swelled from the body. Perina’s body. Knife still jammed in against the girls clavicle… a glove lying back down in the seeping tide of red.

Saberia gave the new woman an odd look, as though to tell her she did not belong.

“Vitku, hun – come now, you can’t blame yourself, she’s not your responsibility, and lay her back down, I’m sure they’ll want a few people to see the damage… sick as it is. But it’ll help to catch the murderer.” She cooed softly.

She turned to the others, “Can some one get hold of Master Harper Hester? She’d probably be good to have around, so long as that fragile one can stand the sight of blood. But let her know what the problem is, she should know what to bring.” Sabaria called – calm even in the face of this adversity. She felt a little guilty considering her earlier mental berating of Perina’s character.

“Lord holder, sir,” She said to Bynor. “If you want, I’ll ask Hester to report to you as soon as possible with findings… I daresay you’ll want an inspection done, and the culprit found,” But the lord holder didn’t look like he was in any state to do such a thing himself, well of course, that was based on how he had reacted to the situation at hand. He was flappable… and you didn’t want some one like that in charge of a murder investigation.

[Shekru]

Again, Fyg tugged, and this time managed to get Viktu away from Perina. Against whatever struggle he chose to put up, she kept her hold firm and unrelenting. She really was a beast of a woman, despite her slender appearance. The look Saberia shot at her was returned with her own glare. The kind that said 'back off' without having to be spoken. Arms hugged around Viktu's shoulders and she turned the cook to face her before nudging his head against her shoulder.

"We should leave the kitchens for now." She said softly against his ear. For all that she was tired, this was important. "Will you come with me?"

[Akki]

Terwin joined the two women, trying to coax the lad away from the body of his friend. It was a delicate situation, which was clear. Viktu had been close to the victim so he was probably in shock. He kneeled beside the male and rested a hand on his shoulder, “We need to leave her as is, it’ll give us a better chance of finding out who did this.” His words were soft and almost comforting.

He pointed at a drudge who was just standing there, staring at Perina and motioned for her to follow Saberia’s words of finding Hester. The drudge nodded and slowly tore her gaze away from the gruesome scene to find the Harper. This was going to throw the Hold in shambles.

He tucked the cloth into his pocket, slowly adjusting to the smell. “Lord Bynor, I suggest you spread word through out the Hold. No one should be alone, especially at night. If someone is going out, have a partner and such.” He nodded, staring at the Lord Holder. Security would need to be buffed up also. Hopefully the Wherhandlers would help patrol Caspian, he would too. He’d ask some of the more muscular men who worked in the kitchens to help out also. The more security there was, the safer people would feel which was ideal. He eyed the glove, frowning slightly as he thought. Could that help them identify the killer?

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Viktu wasn’t really listening to the words around him. He was too busy staring at the girl, waiting for her to pick herself up and lightly knock him on the head with a loud ‘Ha! I scared you real good, you runt cook!’. He knew it wasn’t going to happen though, the knife still embedded in her made that obvious. She was gone. How long would it take him to accept that? Perina was really the first friend (And really only close one other than the newly found Fyg) that he had met. It seemed unfair that the girl who was once filled with bubbling energy was now laying on the ground, in a pool of blood.

He could have easily sat there for hours, just thinking and thinking. However it seemed Fyg wasn’t going to allow him too, which was probably for the best. Staring at the body really wasn’t helping him. The Wherhandler was strong, much stronger than the lithe cook so it was clear he didn’t really stand a chance when she pulled him up off of the ground. He saw the look she gave Saberia and the slightest twitch of a grin appeared on his face before disappearing. He rested his head on her shoulder, probably looking like the girl in whatever relationship they had. Which actually made sense, he would have made the dinners anyways.

He nodded at her question. He wasn’t about to deny her, “Sure.” It was a soft answer but at least it was an answer. It meant the shock wasn’t too overwhelming, he could still speak.

[Dragon]

It had taken the lord holder a moment to compose himself. Even after he had done so, he seemed to remain oddly silent. He was looking over the scene before him. The woman's broken body, the blood, the glove, the murder weapon. Even the reactions from the people around him did not escape his observations.

"Yes. Word will go out immediately. No one is to be alone. Make sure this place has some security as well", the lord holder was quick to make sure he'd get orders out. Bynor wasn't sure whether or not the killer would strike twice however. An investigation would have to be done. "Yes. Terwin, do make sure word is sent to the master harper to come at once. Make sure to note the reason for this urgency", he turned to his advisor and ordered.

And though he was sure to stay on top of things in an orderly fashion, Bynor had a way of giving orders that didn't seem like he was barking them out. Bynor's main concern was obvious, protect his people. "An investigation must be done immediately. The sooner we find the culprit, the better. I don't want anymore bloodshed here", he stated. He looked over to Terwin, giving the man a look that said they needed to get to work immediately.

[Akki]

Terwin watched as the brown wherhandler left with Viktu, and felt himself feel slightly relieved. The boy didn’t need to stick around and continue to stare at his friends body. No one needed that.

The man listened to Lord Bynor before nodding, “I will request that the wherhandlers patrol at night. I’ll also help out and see if we can get a few more volunteers from the main Hold so they won’t be alone.” The more people patrolling the better – Terwin was willing to sacrifice some sleep. He slipped away for a few moments, borrowing the firelizard that he normally did. Despite the letter being hastily written, his writing was still quite legible. Addressed to Hester, outlining the events with detail and requesting her presence was scrawled before given to the critter to deliver.

He returned back into the room, with a frown. No more bloodshed was correct; the Hold would fall apart if more of this happened. “Lord, if you wish to go to your office and spread word I will stay here until Lady Harper is done.” He offered. Someone should be there whether it be Bynor or himself and it made more sense for it to be Terwin. Bynor could easily send word out while Terwin would have more difficulties – people believed the Lord Holder over someone else.

[panther]

The harper received word, Hester set about busying herself, Tchai flew around and fetched things to her also, she was greatful for the flitter, but Tundra at her side cave her a greater comfort than the flitter. A canine was a better guard than such a small creature, a murderer was likely to think twice about going after her with a canine like Tundra next to her.

Hester pulled some supplies together, a few knives, a few pieces of charcoal, a few sides of paper, and a few other bits and pieces that might be necessary, including a few small glass phials. She packed everything neatly and silently in her wooden carry case, much like what a healer might carry. But hers was a little more for the artistic base.

She pulled on her coat to keep the early morning wind form her back, and set off at a brisk pace towards the kitchens of the hold. Tundra loping along beside her and Tchai winging his way also.

She arrived almost out of breath, and with a whirl of cloaks, she set her stuff down on the table near by, careful to not disturb the body – oblivious to its rather remarkable disruption by Vitku. She sighed as she looked to the floor, spotting footprints made from sticky blood. She was no detective, and she was sad to see a woman of her hold dead, but some one was fool enough to step in to her, the tacky blood leaving a trail.

“Who would…” She muttered to herself. Tundra sniffed at the body, and Tchai settled to a high place above to keep a good eye on everyone at Hester’s mental command.

“Well, this is a black morning for Caspian.” She shook her head, and shrugged off her coat, she pulled on a pair of gloves, white and made from fine fabric, she tapped her little finger into the blood, staining the gloves crimson instantly, she tasted it, ignoring the metallic tang, “Well, I’d say it’s been about eight maybe nine hours since she was killed, I think the cause of death, is pretty obvious, and I do wish she hadn’t been moved. But I’ll deal with what I have.” She shook her head and immediately opened her box pulling charcoal and paper from it. She perched herself upon the table as she quickly drew a rough sketch of the scene, it would be handy for reference at later date, she annotated it, with details and such like that could be useful too.

She shook her head and pushed the paper away to the side, she approached the body again, and tugged at a glove that was resting in the puddle of blood, she was being quite turgid with her emotions, but, she felt for the situation deeply, but she would not show it. “Hmmm, careless…” She said thoughtfully as she used a cloth to wipe the excess blood from the glove, and then placed it within a waterproof cloth bag.

“So, what do we know?” She asked those about her, eyes not moving from the body as she did, she assessed the girl, checked her wrists, her neck, and various other vital or accessible places, that were accessible at least.

[Akki]

“Dark times are in our future it seems.” Terwin agreed somberly when Hester made her black morning comment. This Hold would be in shambles for a while, security would need to be boosted and people would be scared to stay up late. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his with his fingers as he did so. His mind was churning quickly, sifting through the things that would have to be done. There was a rumor among cooks that the advisor was almost like a Shadow Lord Holder – the man behind the curtain.

He wasn’t though. He was just doing his job as best as he could.

Terwin slid into a seat and there was a slight ‘Thp thp thp’ sound as his fingers danced across his stack of parchments that he always had with him. He took pride in his notes, which was clear. He had information about everyone at the Hold – to a tiny little tidbit to and entire page. He pulled one page out for the middle of the stack and studied it.

“Her name is…was Perina. She was nineteen Turns old, a young girl, and worked as a drudge. She and a cook at Caspian were close to one and another. She was friends with a few others but it was more of acquaintances.” He read off, his finger tracing the words as he said them. He looked up from the paper. “Lord Bynor was the first one to find her. He called for help, Saberia and the cook Viktu came to look. It was the lad who moved the body, he was in shock.”

That was about all the information he had to offer for the time being.

[panther]

Saberia nodded to Terwin’s words, confirming them silently, and as he finished she added, “She was cleaning the room – she had been late for something earlier, and it was her punishment to stay after hours and clean this here room, she was apparently meant to be meeting some feller,” She paused, “Rhumours in the kitchen said it was a rider she were to be meeting Lady Harper. But she’d give no name.

“Vitku’s my charge lady, don’t blame him for moving the body, he was distraught to see his friend lying dead upon the floor when he had left her last night alive and full of life. I’ll say though, she didn’t have much of a work ethic, and I didn’t approve of her much, she distracted Vitku more than helped him…” she trailed off, realising she was speaking ill of the dead, she blushed a little, “Now, if you don’t mind me, I’ll have to get back to cooking, a murder doesn’t stop hungry stomachs from rumbling.”

She inclined her head, and excuse herself making her way back to the kitchens with a heavy sigh.


Hester dipped her head as she listened to Terwin and to Saberia, Vitku the last to see her last night, Lord Bynor the first to see her this morning, this mysterious man meeting her, possibly a Rider. Well that made things rather very difficult, she could not present herself to Christae without evidence that she believed it to be a rider, that was of course presuming he was a Dark Moon Rider.

“Call to the watchdragon,” She asked Terwin, “Ask him what dragon’s came in and out between the last three days, with particular interest as to those that were here for the night only.” She told him, trying now to think of the other avenues. “We should likely also question Vitku, his Lord Holdership, the kitchen staff also, and some of the drudges, her family, naturally will have to be informed, and perhaps questioned, see if they know anything more on who she was seeing, or meeting. Presumably if the last person she seen last night was Vitku, then he was not the rhumoured fancy man she was meant to be meeting?” She paused, sighed, “I would hate to have to go questioning in the weyr, but if needs must, we cannot have a murderer around here. It would not be right, and a Dragon Riding Murderer would be the worst of it all.” She shook her head.

Leaning down, crouching low over the body, white gloved hands gripped the handle of the knife and tugged it from the body, blood welled in the gap, it did not bleed but the blade was slick with blood, ”Well she won’t be needing this anymore,” Hester took the blade, used a length of string to measure how deep the knife went in, then carefully dropping it into a similar pouch to the earlier one, she put the item away.

“I presume you have already called to get the Wher’s involved? They could be invaluable for keeping this murderer at bay, any man, woman, child or rider will thin twice before attacking with the Whers patrolling.”

She pulled her charcoal again, and took another leaf of paper, and scrawled an elegant note,

Weyrwoman Christae,
It is our most aggrieved news to inform you that there has been a murder in Caspian. We are dealing with it, but progress is slow. It would also be right to inform you that a Rider might well be a suspect.

After this, she included a few details of the killing, but not too much, and she signed off, giving the note to Tchai who she called down from the rafters, before sending him off with an image of the Weyr, and then Weyrwoman Christae. He chirruped and flew higher before blinking between towards the weyr undoubtedly.

She sighed and gave a long looktowards Terwin, “I think we shall not be sleeping for a while,” She looked glum, “Shall we start with questioning some of the Drudges and Kitchen staff to what they know of Perina? Then Perhaps afterwards, His Lord Holder, and Vitku?” She suggested, Hoping this would be appropriate in his eyes also.

[Akki]

Terwin had to wonder, the thought ran through his mind before he could even stop it. Did Saberia feel guilty for practically condemning Perina to death? Okay, it wasn’t the womans fault but still the thought occurred. Perina would have been safe, and alive, if she hadn’t been punished right? He shook his head slightly; this was no time to be having such thoughts.

Terwin nodded his head, “I’ll get right on that.” Hopefully that would give them a list of suspects. There had been a few riders dropping by so they couldn’t get a prime suspect right away but it helped. He had to agree also – questioning the Weyr wasn’t exactly the most ideal situation. There were too many people, at least the Hold would be slightly easier to go through. “From what I can tell Perina and Viktu were just simply friends. Some thought they were more than that but it seems to be false.”

“The whers will be doing security and I’ll get some volunteers as well as myself to help with it.” Terwin vowed. So much to do in such little time. If this wasn’t an one time thing then they wanted to catch the killer before he or she struck again. “We should start with the kitchen staff and then Lord Bynor. I suggest we hold off on the lad for just another day. When I saw him he looked as if he was in shock so I doubt he’d be able to provide us with much in that condition.”

Plus there was the fact that Viktu was a little occupied at the moment – a fact unknown to them.

[Dragon]

Bynor nodded to Terwin. "Keep me updated on any progress. I'll be spreading the word", the Lord Holder said simply. Bynor nodded to those present and left the area. He had a great deal of work cut out for him. Keeping the weyr safe and informed, making sure the investigation went smoothly yet quickly, and apprehending the killer before he could harm another. Bynor hoped that no one else would be harmed, but there was this gut feeling that things would only get worse before getting better. A feeling that didn't set well with Bynor at all.

Bynor was sure he wouldn't be getting much sleep, if any, for the next couple days at the least. But it wasn't something to grieve over. Stopping this murderer before another innocent life was taken was the top priority on Bynor's list. He was thankful that he had Terwin to help. The man had proven an invaluable friend and advisor over the years, a man that had earned the Lord Holder's trust.

[panther]

~~*First questioning session commences*~~