Clive laced his fingers together and fixed the image with a thousand yard stare. Everything in the room but the image faded from his mind as he analyzed every detail of the bodies and their surroundings. The wounds were clean with little tearing in the skin. His best guess was that whatever performed these killings was likely part of a group either by alliance or species. The blade work suggested intelligence at least enough to wield a blade if not make one and the fact the bodies were not consumed counted out more bestial creatures.

If he were to be perfectly honest, everything the wizard said went right over Clive's head. Norse mythology was not at all in his knowledge base, but Edgar's assertions lined up with his own thoughts.
"Had to have been a blade of some kind and a sharp one at that," Clive agreed, "The cuts are too clean to have been made with anything but a very sharp edge."
He pondered for a moment, sorting through the collection of monster lore contained within his mind and the clues at hand. Ice related, intelligent, uses a blade, either part of a group or able to move vast distances relatively quickly.
"Kigatilik fits the bill as well. I doubt he'd leave the Arctic Circle, but there's always the possibility. Do we know if these men were shamans or magic practitioners of any sort? Did they have any connection to the Inuit peoples?"
Perhaps Edgar had ruled out the possibility of Inuit creatures, but Clive wasn't ready to count them out so soon.

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Clive agrees with Edgar's assessment about the wounds and offers another possibility for the culprit.
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