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Location: Trine

Once the Weyrs were scoured and what information could be gleaned was obtained, the search expanded further still. If the Weyrs were one option, so too were the Abandoned Rooms that every Weyr possesses. Located in forgotten hallways, along dusty corridors, these places are tucked out of sight and out of mind.

The old, run down wing of barracks located off to the side of the Weyr have mostly been forgotten and neglected, carrying with it rumors of midnight meetings and clandestine arrangements with the riders and handlers and weyrfolk who often used it as a place of entertainment or initiation. The Candidates especially loved the run down complex, with its large echoing halls and leaking roof. Some rumors spoke of storage spaces there used for nefarious things – drugs, alchohol, trade in stolen goods, stashed marks. Most who went searching, however, never found the nooks and crannies used by the less honest members of the Weyr.

There is a form crouched and searching, grunting softly as he gropes in the dark recesses of a broken floorboard. As your group happens upon him, he starts and scratches his arm with a yelp, the line of blood inspiring a sneer as he looks with blame-filled eyes upon those just entered. “Look what you did!” His clothing marked him as Drudge, though whether he was there with purpose or shirking duties was unknown.

Narisa felt tired. Sleep hadn't been coming as easily while her mind seemed to race endlessly at night. Most of what raced through her head was everything she and her group had learned. What all was currently happening in the Weyrs. Her own studies and what she was expected to remember and one day possibly be in charge of. That terrible self-doubting trait of hers had started to question if she was ready for things. Or if she was doing the best that she could.

But thankfully she had Cepheith and didn't end up drowning in those doubtful thoughts. And eventually, she would fall into slumber, her lifemates mind strongly connected with her own.

It had been amongst this restlessness that a thought had occurred to her. Which was how she ended up carefully exploring around some abandoned rooms. And she apparently wasn't the only one with this thought! The goldrider grinned as she, once again, found herself following after Cetalese. And she made it just in time to hear the man speak.

Well he's clearly not in a good mood. The gold mused with a hint of dislike. He should not be so rude to Halith's.

Narisa agreed. She ducked into the room with a bright smile.

"Hey, Cetalese! We should really stop meeting like this." She teased, eying the man. "What's going on in here anyways? Lose something?" Narisa inquired of the man, nodding at his hand and the hole. "And is your arm alright?"

"We were sent to search down here for clues." Cetalese glanced behind him, but left off asking about the hole. Everyone had secrets; let him keep his. She was sure that when she told Eliza the girl would sneak down here to see what it was anyway, and she could tell Ceta if it was anything suspicious.

Of course, this was a drudge. Drudges often heard gossip and secrets, being everywhere and often going unnoticed by the less wary. "Have you heard any rumors of who the murderer was? Or overheard anyone talking about how he could have gotten to Abigail and done this?"

Certainly, he had been killed, but he'd still inflicted a goodly deal of damage before poor Abigail's Gold had taken care of him.

She crossed her arms and eyed the man. Definitely not the....best or kindest she'd met, that was for sure. His look made her shift her weight uneasily as a low sound in her mind informed her Cepheith did not like this man. Well, that made two of them. Except, unlike her dragon, she couldn't outright show it. Not yet anyways.

"That I am." Narisa replied cheerfully, though her expression was slightly more guarded. "Oh they very much do have me....swaddled up, as you say." She murmured. "But even a young woman like myself is allowed to investigate the recent goings on. So tell me, good sir. What might you have heard about the assassin?" Narisa paused, then added, "Or assassins." There did seem to be some belief going around that more than one was possibly involved.

Her gaze flickered briefly over to Cetalese as she asked questions as well. And then towards the wall where yet another had joined them, before her gaze fell back on the drudge.

"Anyway," Z'iv grinned, "not like she don't got plenty of protection with all of us around, right? Plenty sets of eyes on her... and what goes on around her. We take special note of people who're helpful to her, ya know? We also keep an eye on people who aren't quite so forthcoming." He had little regard for drudges; they were a class of person he hadn't encountered as a small boy, not until he'd been forced to become a Settled holder with his mother. Stupid, lazy, resentful, apparently happy to stay like that rather than trying to do anything better with their lives. They wouldn't last five minutes on the road, but then again nor would most holders.

The drudge’s eyes flitted to Cetalese. “I heard one healer saying the killer looked like that infamous rogue Flynn who killed those seven people three turns back…”

His gaze, which drifted and jerked about restlessly, hardened as it lighted on Z’iv. He didn’t care for the nonchalance of the man. “Why? To throw the weyrs into a messy panic, of course, and they did a good job of that too. Everyone’s fallin’ all over themselves and Abigail hasn’t come ‘round yet either.”

As Narisa spoke up he pursed his thick lips together and pointed a bobbing finger at her. “I can’t guess at why make this mess now, but if there was more than one assassin I’ll say they were sharding idiots, and if it was just the one he certainly wasn’t very good at his job, was he? Spotted and killed – rather careless I’d think. Maybe time was more important than precision, but it sounds like a slopping job of cutting to me.”