[hr][color silver][center] ℜ𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔯𝔬 | 13𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 ℜ𝔬𝔳𝔞, 4711 | 0800 [/center][/color][hr] [color goldenrod][b]Ganth[/b][/color] The morning came as quickly as the night had, yet it didn't seem to alleviate the subtle darkness that was still cast across the town. Dawn [i]had[/i] come, evidenced by the crowing of an old and sickly rooster, but the overcast weather threw a sort of gloom across the entirety of Ravengro. Truthfully, the citizens of the little village had nearly grown used to either overcast or rain, and this was one of the brighter days they'd had in the last week or so. When the sun finally did shine through the crowds, there'd probably a small festival for the occasion. For now, however, the gloom was immovable. Inside the Lorrimor estate, it was slightly better lit; the oil lanterns upon the wall seemed to flicker comfortingly - an astute observer might deduce that the lighting itself was another one of Lorrimor's creations. The oil in the lanterns remained at the same level, and the flames seemed to cycle through a pattern that only lasted a few minutes. Upstairs, Kendra tossed in her bed. She'd fallen asleep without realizing it, and her own body was greedily sustaining the moments of slumber it had been lacking recently. [hr] As the morning came, Ganth left his room quietly as to not disturb the courtesan, before commencing another round of the estate. Upon completion, seeing as there was no one about, Ganth decided to take a walk into town, forgoing his armor and weapons to blend in easily with the masses. Morning in the town square of Ravengro was usually a fairly similar experience day-to-day. It was too early for the village children to be out playing; save for Pevrin, who was busy putting the daily news up on the Posting Poles around town. Most of the people who wandered to and fro were either workers, usually getting a drink and a bite to eat at the local tavern before tending the fields or heading to the lake to fish, or people hoping to get the jump on market goods as soon as the buildings opened their doors. Today, there was a fair share of both in the center of town. As Ganth's eyes scanned the few locals who darted around, he could see no signs of trouble. All seemed to be quiet for now. [hider Mechanics] Ganth rolled a [color green][b]23[/b][/color] on Diplomacy [/hider] Of course, there was more than one way to find trouble for an inquisitor. While some people might take the brash route and hunt for it like prey, Ganth knew that a gentler approach was often the best. Despite him being a foreigner, there was something about his appearance that made him seem trustworthy. Perhaps it was the slightly angelic features or the small smile; whatever it was, it meant that the gossiping womenfolk that walked around felt no need to hide their words as they walked past. [hider Rumors] "[color f7976a]The memorial you say?[/color]" "[color f7976a]Yeah, right across the front of it. Camina said she was going to grab a bucket and some rags and take care of it after she was done at the church.[/color]" "[color f7976a]I bet it was those damned teenagers again. I'll never understand why they choose [i]there[/i] of all places to meet eachother. Do you think it means something?[/color]" "[color f7976a]It was a bright red 'V'; My guess is that someone lost something there...[/color]" "[color f7976a]But what would someone lose that starts with a...Oh! You're terrible![/color]" [/hider] Ganth stopped short when he finally caught something of interest. Unrest. Vandalism. A lead worth following, for now. He waited for few moments so that his approach would not be suspicious, before turning toward the women then, feigning ignorance. "[color goldenrod] Greetings, ladies.[/color]" -He bowed his head, letting a friendly smile grace his lips -"[color goldenrod]Would you mind giving me directions toward a...memorial? I have heard of such landmark here in Ravengro.[/color]" One of the women looked to Ganth, a coy smile on her face as she did so. "[color f7976a]Memorial? We were just talking about that! You wouldn't happen to be eavesdropping, would you? That's [i]very naughty[/i] of you.[/color]" Slightly behind her, the other woman visibly face-palmed. "[color f7976a]It's a little southwest of the town, along the river's edge.[/color]" "[color goldenrod]You have my thanks.[/color]" -Ganth merely took the teasing in strides and bowed once more before departing, heading toward his destination. With directions given, it wasn't very difficult to find the memorial referred to. Aside from the church, the 25-foot-tall statue was probably one of Ravengro's most distinctive landmarks. Despite the moss that had begun to grown over some portions of the stonework, the image was still strikingly clear; a proud, muscular human man wielding a truncheon and dressed in leathers, guarding over the town. A few names were carved into the base of the statue, but they were slightly overshadowed by the vandalism on the memorial. A large crimson 'V' had been painted over the names, almost calligraphic. Ganth knelt down next to the memorial, running a finger over the large V, trying to determine the material of the paint. [hider Mechanics] Ganth rolled a [color green][b]21[/b][/color] on Heal [/hider] This was no paint; this letter had been painted on with blood. A fairly decent amount of it, from the looks - not enough to kill a person, but definitely enough to do some damage. The revelation was disturbing to say the least. Ganth brushed the last of the dried blood off his fingertips, then decided to look around the site for any evidence of violence. Oddly enough, there was none. Aside from the slight drops that rolled down from the letter, there was no additional splatter anywhere. There were plenty of footprints, but far too many to actually track anyone down - likely gawkers having come to see the memorial's latest addition. Stumped, Ganth took one last look at the bloody 'V' before leaving. Clearly, there wasn't much left to find there. He walked by the riverbank on his way back, glancing occasionally at his surroundings.