by Glenn » Wed Dec 05, 2012 7:23 am
Ariane,
Ask around a bit. See if you can find anyone who was wearing one of those rings when the screaming happened. I have some anonymous anecdotal reports, but I'm sure someone would admit wearing one to you. After that, it's best to have Aleksei or Niall look them over for want of a better option. If you're reluctant to send them to a magical source, there's always Dr. Brennan and Janessa at the Remedium.
Dhrin was slippery. Anyone who could avoid death at your hands for so long had to be. In this case the timing makes me wonder: Did Dhrin wish to die?
The Seamstress, I've met but once, exchanged one letter, received another just today. I will say this: She has a level of deference to authority that I have rarely seen here in Myrken Wood. It is cultural. It is due to transgressions from her homeland that she sees as common place. I admit that it is rather welcome as well. To have such respect without having to actually stage the transgressions myself. This is a weakness of course, and I will do well in the future not to let it blind me.
Ultimately? Ultimately, she is likely some horrible monster or blisteringly insane. She is polite, deferential, and respectful. Only a fool would trust such things in Myrken.
The Inquisitory:
Think of it this way: Cinnabar Calomel is to the Constabulary as Glenn Burnie is to the Inquisitory.
We have always had clerks, small staffs, that sort of thing. Secretaries. We had Detective Constables. We had scribes, Librarians at Mudd. When I arrived five and a half years ago, do you know what the sum of all those provided me? Nothing. Not answers, not even questions. I swear to you that all of these things combined, when it came to Kerrak or the Ashfiend or the drow, provided me with less than nothing. Absurd things. Rumors of a hidden magic shield. Reason enough to get invited to Faeryl's tea party. Some vague recollection that yes, just perhaps, fire COULD be harmful if misused.
Straka gave way to Janiero. Janiero left. Records left with them.
I could learn more from a drunken Dominik Kaczmarek.
And I did learn more, far, far more, from you.
Cinnabar began to change this as Governor. He had enough oversight over things to keep better Constabulary records. More than that, he had me. It still wasn't enough. I..
I've written these words and I find that they are unnecessary. My apologies. When I write of such matters, it is hard to hold back. Sufficed to say. There was a need. I called upon literate and promising youths from Myrken Wood, many of whom i had encountered at barn dances of years past and young notables of other provinces who had training but not opportunity, many of which I had met through my book trading. I offered them a salary but more than that, I offered them a chance, a purpose.
They comb through old texts, compile information, ask questions, discuss ideas and solutions to Myrken's problems. There are not many of them, but they are dedicated, possess many skills, and I find them essential. The Junior Inquisitors work as clerks, mainly, with the ability to stretch and participate more in specific projects. Only Genevieve Tolleson, whose nature is personable and enthusiasm infectious participates in fieldwork amongst the Junior Inquisitors.
Primarily, it is the Constables who investigate things firsthand and gather clues, but often times the Inquisitory does not deal with crimes, but instead act in more proactive ways. In those situations, I send out Senior Inquisitors. Aleksei, it should be noted, has such a title but acts independently, given that he is more enthusiastic than personable, and does not thrive within a conventional organizational structure.
Regardless, for information, you can call upon them as you would call upon me. They know of you (but not of anything that would be indiscreet, unless it is something they have reasoned upon their own).
Glenn
Refugees shall be here within days.