[center][h2][color=BurlyWood]Cedar.[/color][/h2][/center]

Cedar accepted the drone controller from Fluke wordlessly. Had they actually upset Fluke somehow, or did Fluke merely tire of talking? Cedar didn't particularly feel like asking at the time, so he just checked the camera feed. The sight of the corpse didn't even really shock him. Today was weird enough already, so what trouble was a corpse thrown on top of today's heap? After fiddling with the controls for a bit, Cedar deduced which alley the body was in specifically (the one Cedar had fought the Nox in - so the same body the armadillo had been poking at. At least it wasn't some extra corpse on top of everything else) and also that Iris seemed to be investigating it already.

Before he moved to return to the alley, he looked back to Ruskali. Was Cedar really saddened at the man's newfound emptiness? Well, a little, but mostly he was frustrated - Ruskali represented a loss. Somewhere along the mission lines Cedar had missed a step or made a bad choice. Maybe if he hadn't panicked fighting the Nox. Maybe if he'd been faster reaching Ruskali. However he failed, he knew that he could have been more efficient. He turned away from the body as the healers moved in.

On the way to the alley, Cedar's mind wandered to the second, arguably larger, topic in his thoughts - the voice in his head. He'd heard it more - laughing, talking, whatever it was doing. Cedar didn't know what it wanted or what it was, but the best approach to the situation was staying calm. [i][color=BurlyWood]Maybe it can read my thoughts as well? Uh.... hello, Voice. Who are you? What do you want?[/color][/i] Cedar immediately felt embarrassed, even if no one (except possibly the voice) could hear him thinking so absurdly.

He turned the corner to see Iris inspecting the corpse up close. Iris hadn't responded to the earlier message through the comms, but nothing dangerous was going on here, anyway.

[color=BurlyWood]"Iris. Find anything valuable?"[/color] Cedar said hesitantly. Was he interrupting the inspection? Ah, whatever.