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[+] Kursha Vidari

During the final few moments, Kursha raced across the grounds, searching for anything that might tip him off to the identity of killer. He burst into the armoury, looking dishevelled. Any attempts at subtlety had gone out the window. Ignoring the other trolls frantically gathering last minute clues, he scanned the room. Someone stood at the blade rack, the gun case he had already checked, and the chest near the back was obviously locked... the display case beside it however, was not. He made for it at a brisk pace. He was losing confidence that he would find any information, but in his own words, they could afford to overlook nothing.

Once he was satisfied, or as close to satisfied as he could be, Kursha made a speedy exit. There were too many trolls about for him to feel at ease. Quietly shutting the door behind him, he went straight across the hall to the opposite door. He poked his head inside, cautious. Earlier he had bypassed the block in his haste to meet up with Eostre. It appeared to be a training room.

Wrinkling his nose, he picked his way through. He could not say way, but the room reminded him of something. Someone. Either way, hardly anything here looked to be worth investigating. The laundry maybe, but... Kursha kicked over the basket and rummaged through it with the toe of his boot.

You get closer to the display case and take in its contents - a military troll uniform. The case has been knocked askew and you can have access to the uniform. You check the pockets. [!]

As much as your sense of hygiene tells you not to, you rifle through the bin. [!]



In the doorway you pause and look around, trying to take in the entire block. You notice something nearby on the floor. [!]