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"They know I am innocent. I am being held more for my protection than anything else since I have never formally been arrested and charged. You, however, have which is why you cannot escape. And I fear that Hunter may have set you up a little too neatly. There were feathers at the scene and even if they don't match Chy's it means very little. We are strangers here and have nothing on our side." She sheathed her dagger adn walked over to her friend turning her. "It is soon to set on this side of the room."

Eilynne studied the young human for a long time, not speaking, just looking at him. She didn't understand why he avoided her questions as though he was still ashamed. When she finally looked away, her gaze moved back to Kaznec and she nodded. "Questions allow me to understand much that occurs both on the outside and inside." Her hand lifted and she toyed briefly with the mirror around her neck. "Such evil is not consuming yet but I fear if paths are trod, it will soon be. Remain alert, young human. There is a storm on the horizon." She gave a nod to him and began to head back to the tower, knowing Kaznec would fall into stride. "Obtain the list. I will rest and we shall begin tomorrow."

"Then if they know and such, let's make it easy on ourselves. And remember...Chy had some rather...unique feathers." Letting her friend turn her and such to give her a better way to think of how the sun was and such. "Hm...we should get some rest. Believe me Shyrae...you're better off staying here with me. Otherwise I might of done something really really stupid by now." Smirking lightly and then sharing a laugh with her friend.



Lycear had been up all night. He had seen the sun set and he had watched it rise. His desk was littered with evidence and notes on all the things he could think of. Tapping a talon on the desk he nodded then got himself up, stretching his arms as well as his wings. They were well worn, showing scarring in the membrane as well as battle and hard life earned tears. A scratch behind his broken horn and then he relaxed some. Well...he had personal visits to make.

Making sure orders were given out, he gathered matters of evidence and notes into a bag and slung it over his shoulder. Leaving the tower and hitting the streets he stopped for a moment to look over the fair city with a light smile. Well then, pleasure on hold and onto business. He had a few places to visit.

Well...she was getting irrtated. The most attention they had gotten today was breakfast being delivered. It was certinally better than any prison food they may have gotten. Along with breakfast came a note speaking of how they were going to have an audience with Lycear once more. More specifically to see if they could get anything out of said soul. She held the piece of paper for the moment...kind of stupid for a mostly blind woman to be holding a note. Then again it was pleasing at the same time...meant they didn't know the state of her vision. Idly she held it out to Shyrae.

"Goody." Poking at what she had assumed to be eggs on her plate a moment before taking another bite. "Depends on what kind of fuss. The mean crazy fuss may not get you anywhere but the being cooped up fading away elf fuss may get you what you want."

He blinked and then gave a chuckle at the falcon that really wasn't a falcon at all. "On any particular subject M'lady? Your reason for being here or my own troubles?" Heading his was down the street, stopping into the various smith shops and weapons shops and such. He was first inquiring about this murder weapon.

"I think I can play the vulnerable needing fresh air and such sort of elf pretty well. I just have to be quiet and depressed and not eat anything." She frowned down at her plate. "That shouldn't be too hard..." The food was certainly lacking something and she had no doubt that not only would her mother have a fit and personally instruct the cook how to prepare food. Spices! she would scream. Spices! "I have to get someone to pay attention first."

Both are fine, dragonlord. I merely seek news of any sort. She blinked and hopped up onto his head instead, resting on his good horn for a perch as her mind scanned through the surface thoughts of the various humans, elves, and dragons. Her kind would fit right in here just like they had before. She conducted a quick study of her current ride and chirped. What are you searching for?

The elf followed the detective. "It would be very sloppy to buy a weapon used for assassination when it would be much more effective to build your own. Foraging weapons is a skill which can be performed in the comforts of your own home, given that you have the means to do so. Since forges are not small, and the size of the oven required to smelt metal is rather large, you may wish to consider investigating private homes and forges. If it is the work of a professional, I doubt you would find any evidence in the way of spare parts or failed attempts. The metal composition is probably a good way to figure out which type of environment it was made because most people do not keep the necessary weights for the proper material combinations to create the common alloy. It is possible it was forged outside the city and brought in for this use, if you have more than one identical blades. Most smiths sign their weapons, if these lack a signature you can probably assume that the forger knew what the weapons were going to be used for. Perhaps, you should watch the crowds for someone who is snickering at your back because you cannot find the origins of this weapon, as the ruse to make you waste energy investigating all of the local smiths had worked well, meaning their plan had succeeded in garnering them more time for any second phase of their plot... Unless, it really was just an assassination."

Lycear stopped in his tracks, turning his head and thus attention over his shoulder to the elf whom decided he wanted to play detective in offical matters with long and involved thought out theories of things. Raised eyebrow before he crossed his arms over his chest. Not many approached the head of the Guard directly with talk of such things that were not for the public to speculate on because it would only bear forth nasty rumors. Rumors were not what he needed.

"Like an elf to come up with a long winded explaination for something he knows little to nothing about in specific reguards." Yeah a little weird for him to be approached as such. Perhaps that was what he got for being out on his own and every one knowing him in some way. "Though yes, I have taken some of those things into consideration...though you seem to be interested in this all, don't you?"

He grumbled as he made his way into the city. They were efficent in digging out those gates from the sandstorm, he would give them that...they were almost done. Unfurling his wings, from being draped around his shoulders he brought himself to the top of the wall. A breif conversation with guards and he dropped down into the city easily enough. Of all the hassles of children. It wasn't enough that he fed them two times a day and clothed them, but one had hoof issues. Now where was that smith again?

Chylithair was not a happy creature still. Being in a bag was not a fun thing at all. Pissed as all hell when he was let out and a few of the grew got a good pecking and clawing at before he settled once more on the railing. City huh? Good.

"Nothing is going unpunished, we simply do not want to be unjust and punish those who are innocent." Though he did give a chuckle as he started to continue on. "But fair elf...nothing every stays the same. Ever. You, if any, should know that. A world without change would be desolate and unhappy...much like the wastelands." A shake of his head. "Not rare for you all to care about peace and prosperity, but rare for you to not accept that things change around you."