Commander Braghaman Larethian

First Thoughts At The Scene

The captain of the watch knelt down next to one of the bodies. Pulling the sheet back that covered it, he leaned forward to look at the wounds to her neck and shoulder.

“Looks like she was mauled,” the captain said, glancing over his shoulder towards the Nightwatch member standing behind him.

“That’s what we thought when we first got here. Worst still, he’s got blood all over his face,” the militiaman explained, gesturing to the other body.  The captain followed the gesture and looked at the other body. The sheet was tented up above the man’s chest where the knife was protruding.

“So what are we thinking,” the captain said as he stood up slowly. “That he started biting her so she stabbed him?”

“Possibly,” the militiaman replied. “But they’ve never had so much as an argument that I’ve ever heard of.”

“What about the other woman?”

“His sister,” the Nightwatch answered, gesturing at the body again. “Was staying with him, for a little bit now.”

“She see anything?”

“No clue. She hasn’t been coherent since we took her back to the town hall. Likely in shock or something.”

“I can imagine. Better send word to Stormwind. Maybe they can send someone to help her and investigate this mess.”

“Yes, sir. We’ll send word immediately.”