[@LordofthePies]

Vocere smirked, his hand running through his thick black hair and giving it a small flick "[color=ed145b]Oh just a little, abstract sculpture. Something I know the people are going to love but alas, I can say no more[/color]." A flair for the dramatic was always his style along with an ego that no one else could touch. He seemed obsessed with gaining more and more recognition with the general populace. That being said, he was eager to get something done as fast as possible so he could return to his art.

He began to scratch the back of his neck as Valvius worked on the sword, the smith's plan for a bigger pay seemed to working "[color=ed145b]Listen Valvi, I really need this to be done as soon as possible. Start working on it now and I'll double your fee. Not a bad deal, right[/color]?" This sculpture seemed to be quite important to him, but it was not like he was without the funds. Vocere's worst paintings and sculptures often went for hundreds of zloty, and his best was enough to make someone very rich. That of course was excluding the expensive feasts he catered for the nobility and the exquisite clothing he designed and manufactured.

[@rush99999]

Emile's attention was focused on the Magister at work as Jacoby thought about the possible ramifications, surely he was thinking all of this over as well. His head turned to his friend as he spoke, a bit perplexed at the question he was asking. That was until he explained his thinking further and a light scowl appeared on his face as his right hand tightened in a fist "[color=violet]Abe could be the key to finding who our killer is...but you are right. Bradamante, if Abraham was brought back and went rogue...could you handle him[/color]?" His voice was kept low as well. Jacoby's sentinel stepped closer "[color=f26522]I could stop Abraham but now without collateral. We will need at least three other Sentinels, along with their handlers, to properly contain him in the case he goes rouge.[/color]" It was rare for more than two Sentinels and handlers to gather in one location, besides their dedicated barracks, as it was important that each Sentinel adhere to their designated district of the city. A gathering of these powerful defenders could cause quite a stir among the local populace.

Vey paced throughout the crime scene, making sporadic hand gestures to no one in particular. She appeared to be in deep concentration, likely going over what facts and information they had obtained so far. A lot of what they had were simply just assumptions based on the patterns, any evidence leading to the actual person responsible was non-existent. The sounds of carriage stopping just down the alley prefaced the arrival of the hood figures dressed in absolute black attire, a small part of the city's coroners "[color=00a651]We have finished with our surveillance and examination of the crime scene. Treat our victim with care, will you[/color]?" You could hear Vey speak to the coroners, who lowered their hoods revealing a older gnome male and younger female orc, likely the apprentice. They laid down the tools they carried with him and began to carefully remove the body of Cyth from the wall.

[@Assallya]

Valtair smirked at the transparency of Assallya's intentions "[color=662d91]If any information you give leads to the Blood Angel's capture, and subsequent execution, then I expect the nobility will owe you many favors[/color]." He lifted his right leg and rested the heal of his foot on the other. A number of the killer's victims have been petty criminals caught out in the night, easy pickings for the reaper of Volstryggr's streets. People have even gone as far as to believe the Blood Angel as a demon awakened to wreak havoc on the city.

A new development had come to you as well through your under-ground network, the Banshee was expected to arrive sometime this week in Volstryggr. It might have been expected as only a couple days prior you became aware of the youngest St. Claire sister, Helene, arrival in the city. Valtair scoffed a light laugh, nodding at your cooperation "[color=662d91]That is much appreciated. Can I expect you to notify me should you come across anything worthwhile[/color]?" He rose from the comfort of his seat, looking down at her appearing ready to leave already.