Commander Braghaman Larethian

New Inquiry

“And that’s all you saw, sister?”

“I’m afraid so, captain,” Sister Anetta answered. “I never spoke with the poor man.”

“What about Miss Jensen?” 

“She’s still in her room right now.”

“Did she see this guy before the accident?”

“She said she hadn’t spoken to him. Have you found out anything about him?”

“Not much,” the captain said, his shoulders slumping a little. “He apparently came into town early this morning.”

“Do you have any information why?”

“No. If he told anyone why he was here, they haven’t come forward yet.”

“Any idea what happened?” Sister Anetta asked as she leaned back in her seat.

“None. The door to his room was locked. No sign that anyone else was in there. Only thing we know for certain is that he went through the window and died from the fall.”

“That’s awful,” the priestess said with a shudder.

“I’m more worried about Miss Jensen. This is the third death around her in the last couple of days.”

“Given the reputation for Duskwood, I’d assume that deaths are more commonplace.”

“In a way, yes,” the captain of the Night Watch answered. “But usually its an adventurer who got too close to a feral worgen or something undead. Not someone jumping out of a second story window.”

“I see your point, captain. Well, with luck we’ll be able to leave in the morning before anything else happens.”

“I’ll stop by in the morning to check on you two, then. Try to get some sleep, sister.”

“Thank you, captain. I will see you in the morning.”