Bree

Yesterday I finished my interview with Seaver, I watched this man nearly break down from the guilt he carries because he could not protect the wo

Ellany bent over, picking a cluster of violets from the ground and pressing them to her nose. Inhaling deeply, she smiled at the scent that had been familiar to her since her childhood. The summer breeze swept by and ruffled the golden waves of her hair. The season was passing and it would not be long before the wind was crisp and nipping at her nose. Ellany was ready for the change.

A young woman, a Gondorian by birth, was found murdered a few days ago in her own home by her recently returned father Connwear. There is little evideince as the people who found her perhaps may be holding back and that is to be investigated further. Right now, there are a few suspects. 

Seaver - former lover, known for their rocky relationship, his temper and love of drink and bedding many women. He was out of town at the time of her death but there are still reasons to suspect he might have come back

Watcher:            Officer Penham Fletwood

Victim:                Donlii Stormforge

Perpetrator:     Unidentified man

"Mister Berrywine! What a pleasure! We couldn't recognize you, it is quite dark. What are you doing here, in the Vale of Andrath?"
"I'm going South."
"Where?"
"You'll find out when I come back."

Annaliesa stood up, watching as the men with torches scattered with the rest of the raiders, flinging them at the barn and the outbuildings.

Annaliesa sat on the wooden chair, a half empty bottle of whiskey wedged between her skirt covered knees.

This evening 3 to 4 men in hooded cloaks and bearing crossbows fired from the roof of the armory across the town hall at Billium Cutting, Thomas Bristlebrush and Bill Cornman. All the men belong were struck with bolts, Bristlebrush and Cornman died at the scene and Cutting is being treated by a healer at the jail. His injuries are several and one of them very severe, a puncture to the ribs by a bolt.