"What is it Key?" He questioned, as he finished the touches up on the notice that he would put at various places about town. It was a simple affair truly, and he blew on the ink momentarily to dry it off.
"They just brought a pair of people in. Private Raifley says there was one dead, another wounded, and two uninjured who were involved. Two of them got brought in. He's got the other details, and he wants someone to look into their stories."
A faint nod from the Lieutenant, and he folded the sheet in half, before passing it over to her. "Would you see that this gets posted in public, and word of mouth passed on. The guards have already been notified."
"Of course."
The two individuals had naturally, been searched and ultimately seperated, so that they couldn't simply directly counteract each other's stories. All things considered though, he went to see the woman in question first. A bit of a frown formed on his features, even before he had arrived at the door. Why was it always women and children, that were causing trouble. Quincy, Phlynn. They rarely seemed to arrest any men. It was, simply put, odd. You'd think that the women would not outnumber the men that drastically. A shame neither one was a politician.
The first question, was of course, rudimentary. A simple inquiry to her name, and a swift response on her part. "Kiersten Thorn DarkWraith Praetorian" Or in simple terms, a mouthful. Fortunately he didn't need to repeat that constantly. He moved to take a seat after a moment's consideration, and shifted until he was comfortable, before making his next question known.
"Very well Ms. Praetorian, tell me what you saw when you first arrived, until we appeared." Simple and straight forward, and it'd give him a basis for all his other questions.
"I came upon the two men and Jason, who I've known as an aquaintance. He asked them to let the bird go and walk away. The one man, who was now dead, drew a dagger and came at Jason, while the other was making a getaway with the bird."
"He attacked Jason, who was just trying to disarm him without any weapons of his own drawn. I saw the other, who I figured would be a threat to Jasons life should I not step in, so I tried to disable him as best I could without hurting him too badly. I was on my way back from the healers place after having brought in the wounded creature from the dagger when this happened. The reason I thought he was a threat was because he stopped once he saw jason scuffle, then turned to run after the guy was dead."
The response, was rather verbose, and well worded. It could've been rehearsed, though she didn't have that much time to think on the subject. She received a slight nod, and another inquiry immediately.
"Did this bird belong to anyone?"
"From the recognizing the animal's markings, and Jason's concern over the creature considering he never has any concern over anything, it's Jason's bird."
"Was it ever announced to the hunter, that the bird belonged to someone? That it was not a wild falcon?" The Lieutenant maintained a casual expression, wanting to make certain that he had all the facts straight, with the pieces that he had. Obviously an important pair, the falcon and the soldier, were being omitted at present, but there wasn't much he could do about that. Decisions had been made, and taken out of his hands. Hopefully there'd be enough between these two alone to suffice his curiousity.
"That truthfully I do not know, because I was not there until the tail end of the argument. I acted on the action of having a friend who could have possibly been killed by two people that were going to take the creature, else the hunter would not have flat out attacked him without reason... That and Jason was standing there unarmed when one drew his knife and attacked him. Regardless of the bird, Jason made no motion to attack the man first"
"The only things I heard was one say to another that they had broken the animals wing, and then Jason asked them rather politely to step away from the creature....and thats when the man drew the knife and attacked Jason, without so much as another word from Jason."
"So you can't honestly inform me, Ms. Praetorian, that Jason was not attempting to steal the bird from people who had lawfully caught the fowl?" He asked next. Her ramble hadn't exactly cleared much on the issue up. His question was more direct of course, and simply to see what her reaction would be, more than anything else. Had she even considered that?
"Given the way the one man attacked Jason who had made no move to attack them, nor draw weapons, the judgement on how they were treating the bird in their lack of treating it like a hunter does, or a amateur hunter for that matter, no sir, I can honestly say that he was not, and that they had not lawfully caught the thing. Else they would not have been so quick to scramble, or to hurt the bird for that matter."
That answer didn't actually please Kilborn overly much in the end. A careful nod for a moment, and a statement to the effect that he'd return in a moment, and speak with her upon the matters further. For now, he wanted to catch the other man before he had too much of a chance to get things in line.
Down the hall, he travelled, before stepping into the room that the other suspect was currently being held in. And immediately to the protestations that were being pronounced within.
""Ye let go o' me, 'ounds! Fools! Idjuts!"
The man seemed to have a slight problem, with the region between his legs. Which made sense, considering that's where he'd been kicked. Not insensative to another man's manly pain, something cold was sent for, so that the pain could be numbed somewhat. Again, the first question posed as Kilborn made himself comfortable, was for the man's name.
The ice taken, he offered no thanks, but sat, reluctantly, within a seat, hands upon his injured regions, making various comments about how unpleased his wife would be. "...d'name's Chase Price. Don' ask me mah middle. Ah don' know it." ..and he spat on the floor"
A nod was favoured towards Mr. Price, and someone recorded the name down, as had been done with Ms. Praetorian. "It's not important, Mr. Price. Relate to us, what happened, in your view, starting from when you first found the bird in your trap." Similar questions to begin with, at least for each one.
He sat straight, then, eyes rolling back as if recalling from picture memory. "Ah yes. Ah's remember, ah does, sirs, ah does. Tat thar devil of a bird was'n goin' t'be trapped, ye hear? ..but ye see ah was none fer catchin' the *****. Ah's just wants a'te money, aye?
That yonder dead fellar. 'e's te'un what want tat bird. Ah ..but ye sees, we was interpted bah some fellar wawntin' us to stawp, ye hear? ..an' yonder dead fellar 'eld up 'is knaaff an' went t'chargin' at'im an' awll. Ah hads t'go fer te bird, but gave up when yonder dead fellar got knocked aout'n fell on der graound. ..den ah trahs t'run away, but yonder ***** hits me'n mah prahvats! Gawds! Mah nuts're 'urtin' so bads, ah don' reckon ah cans piss. ..but ten ah trahs to run still an' yonder dead fellar went after te bird agin an' tat's when ah heards 'im neck snap. Naow, ah don' know which'n did it, ye hear. Ah was too busy holdin' mah 'ose t'see. ..an' 'en tey start t'takin' te bird an' tat's when ye showed ups. ..naow, ye see? Ah hain't does nothin'! Ah wawnts t'go 'ome!"
"To the best of our knowledge here, there's no penalty for trapping within the region, Mr. Price. Was there any indication that you received, that the bird you had captured was not a wild creature?" At the very least, the Lieutenant hadn't heard of any rules prohibiting catching creatures in the wild. He'd have to speak to someone to find out if it'd actually been on the land the Dagger itself held, or not. To his recollection, the tavern owned a fairly large piece of land.
"Naw sirs. Ah was jist harred fer catchin' 'im. Ah does know yonder dead fellar wawnted it perdy bad fer some reason'er 'nother, but tat's awll ah know. Can ah go, naow?"
The man was more than mildly anxious to leave. It was debatable, perhaps, as to why Mr. Price was so anxious to go. It could've either been the pain, or the truth to his words. He wasn't lying, or so it seemed at least. "Your Employer is dead, Mr. Price. I'm afraid that you aren't allowed to leave quite so swiftly as that. Not until we sort out everyone's involvement was. This man that tried to stop you. What did he say to you?"
"Well bedamned ye's! Ah hain't does nothin' ah, says! Don'ts ye get'it?" It took some time before he calmed down to answer the latter. "Naw, sirs. 'e was shert fer words, from whats ah remembar. 'e says, 'stop'n yonder dead fellar pulls aout 'is knaff'n says 'ye go on. ye d'nae see nothin''er somethin's lahk hayat. ..then yonder idjut says, 'ah dids'n made fer wawntin' us t'stawp agin. Tat's when yonder dead fellar attacked'im. Ah reckon tat's awll, sirs. Say, where's tat perdy" A sudden coughing fit by the one recording the commentary, prevented Kilborn from hearing exactly what Mr. Price called Thorn. "She 'raound 'ere? Say, she's goin' t'pay fer ruinin' mah jibblies!"
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