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[center][h1][color=f6989d] Irime Greenleaf [/color][/h1][/center]

Irime was looking at the way the body was laying and she was backtracking carefully through the slightly disturbed landscape. She found some blood on the bushes ten to fifteen feet further out. Hearing Kreneas' voice she called out to him. 

[color=f6989d]"Kreneas, look here. There are telltale signs of a struggle."[/color] Raising up and following the rest of the broken twigs and partially covered footsteps she pushed back some bushes and her intake of breath was audible. [color=f6989d]"Ohh!" [/color]Hurrying she dropped to her knees and put her hand on the man's neck to check for a pulse. Realizing that the man had died of his wounds she sighed tearfully. She turned away from Kreneas. She didn't want him to see her tears. It was Ronear. They had grown up together, had been sparring partners and she had no idea what kind of beef he could have had with the other warrior unless it was a gambling debt. She knew he gambled on different games.

She looked up at Kreneas and said. [color=f6989d]"My guess is that it was a gambling debt they were fighting about." [/color]Her voice broke a little and she cleared her throat to fix it. Others had followed them as she has sleuthed her way into the wooded area. Some of the others nodded about seeing both men at the games last night betting. Irime excused herself from the scene and walked past Kreneas and headed towards the river. When she got there she started skipping stones. After a moment or so she sat down and wiped the tears from her face.
[@Aquanthe]