Edgar placed his coffee cup down on the table with a faint 'clack', and he breathed in through his large nose as he considered the evidence before them. One of the reasons he joined the Sunday Group, other than a chance to make a normal wage, was so he could keep an eye on the spirits and eldritch beings of the world. Particulary the beings that hunted and fed upon men. If the demons or followers of the primordial chaos returned to the world, he was as likely to find the news here as he was in his sanctum. 

These corpses were an oddity, he admitted. Many aberrations could have slaughtered these men in that fashion. Immediately he thought of a Wendigo, but it was dismissed as soon as he thought it. A Wendigo would need outside help to travel such distances, and far more of the corpses would have been devoured (if it left anything at all). A Fomorian of celtic origin might leave the water at each scene, but not the ice necessarily. It must have been some spirit or wraith, at least when he was given such limited information to go with. But perhaps there was more... 

"Play both images back, will you girl?" He bade Ellie. She had either given in or kept her cool long since they had met from his useage of 'girl.' It was hard to halt saying it, since everyone here could be his thrice great grandchildren. He performed a quick [i]Lunkt Aiga[/i] spell mentally as she humored him, his eyes gleaming faintly for the briefest of moments. In modern terms, it allowed him to zoom and clean the images in his mind, doing what most software could do in a fraction of the time. Technology was so limited, he thought to himself. As he soaked in the two images, he found something. 

The melted ice was of course a slight giveaway that narrowed down the list of suspects. Whatever had killed them was likely or nordic origin, his specialty. It wasn't the style of any celtic beasts, or inuit monster. This thing had brought the ice with it and had left it at the scene. But what he truly found fascinating was the blue tinge of the skin just as the cusp of eviscerated injury. Edgar lit his pipe as he pondered the information, not wanting to conclude it was some form of frost jotun or ice-wraith, but considering the possibilities highly. 

The magician hobo took a lengthy draught of his pipe before using the instrument to point at the projector. "I suggest you print out the images and magnify." He said to the group. "You'll see a frost blue lining along the edges of the wounds that suggest that if it was not from some ice creature, it was done by a weapon edged in ice. It was done by a weapon of Jotunheim if I don't miss my guess. Though it is possible that a wizard such as myself, or an arctic beasts committed such a crime. For ice magic is telling but not exclusive." 

Puffs of smoke wafted about his wizened face. "Perhaps if I was at the bodies I could perform a divination, and the length between the crimes is concerning. But as it stands, my conclusion is a Jotun. Even weaponless, a frost giant can use the ice on his body to rend and tear midgardians with relative ease." 

He was concern on the implications of such a reality if it were true. Jotuns in the americas either meant they were expanding their territory or they were desperate, and both promised more deaths in the future. He would need to consult the books in his personal library to render more information however. He was sure there was something more to be found. He turned his head to regard Val, sizing her up. "Young one, I am in need of your assistance." He said, eyes filled with the promise of wisdom. 

"Do your best to make better coffee for next time. I can't think after drinking that hot garbage."

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He finds the ice to be put there from the perp, and finds blue tinges from an ice weapon/appendage on the wound[/hider]

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