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Katrina pushed the offensive body language to the back of her mind. She knew that his skills were practiced in more area's then just pleasure, but any guesses as to his real function she might have were completely assumed. Which meant he could be here as a confident or guardian. She also knew he would only do something if Isabel wanted him to, so she could safely ignore him.
"That is strange. Did anyone think to apprehend the owner of this room. He may know something. He may also be in shock if what ever did this scared him."
She was rapidly making the same deductions as Isabel had, but with one important clue. Katrina noted the large nature of something that crushed the bed, talons that raked the wood, no marks on the door to signal an attempt to get out....but Katrina knew something of this size, that could get in and out without a door and leave its owner unscathed enough to assume his duties on his own.
"With your permission, I would like to go find this slave. All we have here is a trashed room. Either some prank has been played or the slave is trying to hide something. No animal could have done this without leaving certain tell tale signs." Katrina said out loud. Inwardly she added, at least no animal from this world.

"This is an apprentice's room," Isabel noticed. Every one was talking very fast, so she slowed the pace down for her own sake. Not that she had any trouble understanding, but that every one seemed on the verge of doing something rash. Or maybe that was just her.

"Katrina, question the apprentice as you like. Immediately. Pretend that it was an animal, but find out if they have any enemies. Bring me whatever comes of it."

Isabel turned to Daerin. "What weapons can simulate these marks?" she demanded of him. She expected that it was a prank, and prank could be dealt with. But if it was not a prank, she wanted it to look like one any way. "With how much force?" She imagined either one large man or two smaller women or men. She was going to round up people, and she was going to punish some one. That was her job.

Isabel frowned at the mark he had made. "That depends on what Katrina finds, in part," she said. "But I want to conduct a search of the House before then. This room will be locked." She'd didn't have to directly command any one to get something so simple done. Since their arrival at the scene, at least two servants had gathered patiently outside the door, in case their mistress should need something like a message sent.

Isabel caught one as he was leaving. "I want the lawn of the House searched first, then the outer rooms like this one and on until the center."

Satisfied with her own orders, she had only one thing out of place. Daerin. He would probably be helpful in such a search, but he was also useful at her side. She lowered her voice so that only Daerin (and Katrina if she is still there) could hear easily. "You and I will be upstairs," where her room and her mother's were. "I want you to start the search up there. I'll be with my mother and her guards."

(Just to make it clear, I see no reason to split this thread to accommodate the two scenes that just split off. Punk Fox and I want to be ready with NPCs for you, any way heart )

One of the slaves was soon at Katrina's side. He'd heard some of Isabel's and Marean's orders from another slave just a moment ago, but wasn't sure where he fit in. "Excuse me, Miss," he said as he walked behind her. "Many of the other ladies have been asked to stay in their rooms. Many of the slaves have no clear duties at the moment because of this. Where should they go?"

If Katrina looked back, she would recognize the older slave as one who had served in the kitchen area a long time.

The slave bowed out of her way and ran to pass on the message. It would reach Ross at the border of the compound within the half hour, after under going a few modifications/specifications from Marean and Isabel about what the guards should be on watch for.

"Jhovam! Follow me immidiately!" Katrina was obviously showing signs of anger, but inside it was more fustration. This was not something she wanted to deal with. The panic had subsided now, leaving more room for a seething negative emotion that did not rub well with the other slaves, knowing her capacity for inflicting injury.

She led the way from the medic tent to her own personal quarters. She would conduct the 'interrogation' in her room, where they would least likely be disturbed. Her quarters were closer to the stables then the other rooms of the mansion that housed those of the family that would not inherit the compound. She got to the great oak double doors and threw one open.
"Get in...now" Katrina's voice was a fine line between urgency and threatening.

Katrina shut the door witth a rough tug on the handle, slidingg the lock bolt into place. She turned and shoved a chair roughly towards Jhovam.
"Sit!" She commanded as she walked past him to the window. She had a theory, but she needed Jhovam to let on to having a dragon before she could be certain. It was possible that it was just a prank, or that there was some other reasonable explination, but Katrina wanted to know for sure.

"Jhovam" Katrina began "I am going to give you a chance to co-operate, because right now, you are on the edge of serious trouble. You can explain yourself to me willingly, or you can explain it to Marean and Isabel under less pleasent circumstance. You see, Isabel was in your room this morning and she was not happy to see the state you had left it in this morning. What in the world happened in the room Jhovam?"

Jhovam could trust, based on the testimony of the other slaves, that Katrina would only use the pain inflicting magics in serious circumstances. However, if Jhovam did not co-operate, she was fully reaedy to extrapolate the information herself using any means necessary. She would never disobey as direct a command as Isabel had given. Testing Katrina's patience in this matter would not be the most plausible move to make. At least, thats the vibe Katrina was trying to give to the slave she had dragged into her room.