Commander Braghaman Larethian

Questions, Answers, and More Questions

The captain of the Night Watch stood next to the door, leaning against the jam and watching. The small office was crowded with various pieces of furniture: a desk covered in papers, two chairs placed in front of the desk, a small table with two chairs at the side, and a sofa against the side wall. In the middle of the sofa sat a young lady, her legs drawn up with her arms wrapped around. A blanket covered her shoulders and rippled slightly as she seemed to sway at little from side to side. Next to her, on the closer end of the sofa, sat another woman in the robes of a priestess.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Miss Jensen?” the captain asked. “I can get you some water if you want.”

The young lady shook her head, causing the blanket to shift a little. The priestess reached up and settled the blanket back on her shoulders.

“You’re sure they’re dead?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the captain answered. “We were hoping you could tell us what happened.”

“I don’t know,” Sabina Jensen replied quietly, an edge of fear in her voice.

“Was there anyone else in the house?” Sister Anetta asked.

“No, just us. My brother wanted to have a family dinner to celebrate.”

“Celebrate?” the captain asked.

“Me being accepted to the abbey. I was supposed to leave next week.”  Sabina rested her chin on her knees and went quiet for a few moments. Sister Anetta reached over and patted her on the shoulder.

“So you were having dinner,” the captain said calmly. “Then what happened?”

“I was in the kitchen when I heard yelling. When I went to see what happened, they were standing in the middle of the room.”

“Your brother and his wife?”

Sabina nodded in response but didn’t say anything else for several moments.

“Were they arguing?” 

The young lady nodded again.

“Do you know what about?”

Sabina shook her head, her eyes staring off into space.

“Then what happened?”

“My brother yelled, and then he jumped at her. And then she had a knife. And then he was grabbing her arms. Then…”  Sabina’s shuddered again and buried her face in her knees as she began to cry.

“My poor dear,” the priestess said as she moved closer and put her arms around the young lady. Sabina leaned into Sister Anetta’s shoulder and continued to cry, pulling the blanket up to her face.

“Do you need to ask her anything else right now?” Sister Anetta asked the captain.

“At this point, probably not. Her description pretty much goes with what we suspected happened. Just wish we knew why.”

“As do I, captain,” the priestess offered gently. “Perhaps it would be best to let Miss Jensen rest. If she’s able, I can take her to Stormwind where she can be checked on. To make sure that she’ll be okay.”

“Alright,” the captain said with a nod. “If its okay with her. I’ll get two rooms set up for you at the inn. Then after we check in on each other in the morning, I’ll see about getting a ride to the city.”

“That would be appreciated, captain. I’m in debt to you.”

“Not at all, sister. If you two are okay, I’ll go make the arrangements.”

“Of course, captain.  Thank you again.”