[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
[hr][@VitaVitaAR] [@Crimson Paladin]
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Turning the corpse over revealed nothing; prying open the fingers, nothing, even prying open the jaw to make sure nobody had tried [i]that[/i] foolish old trick again revealed nothing. Nothing to note secreted away beneath pillow or mattress. He'd quickly gone to combing through some of the papers and such strewn about the desk, before Fleuri held an open journal in front of him. He glanced up, skimming quickly over the words. Then he grunted, shaking his head. [color=#008b8b]"Figures they'd at least manage to tear out something important. We'll take that back to the captain. I take it you've found nothing, Abigail?"[/color]

The lack of anything out of her beforehand made him think it unlikely.

[color=#008b8b]"Let's make our way back out, do a quick check on any bodies we might pass along the way. I'll get the one back in the hallway."[/color] Not that it had really seemed anything worthy of note on the way in, but it wouldn't hurt to give it a look. As the others gathered up anything else they had to take care of, he stepped out into the hall, turning the corpse over.

[color=#008b8b]"Huh. Another clean one."[/color] Cleaner even than the dead captain, it looked like. He turned the head and pulled back the collar, eyes narrowing. [color=#008b8b]"Not a boar, either. What do you make of this one, Abigail?"[/color]