Hyrule Adventures 2

OY! We’ll ‘ave none of dat! Back you ‘eathens this ‘ere is a crime scene! No civilians allowed. Ge’ back to yur’ ‘omes ‘den. Move on, I say MOVE ON!

Looking down the street you see a group of royal guards surrounding a house pushing back onlookers with the shafts of their spears. One guard is bearing the yellow standard of a crime scene, and people are flocking to get a snatch of gossip…

Julian's footsteps are botted out by the sounds of the croud and he stands hidden behind the on lookers. Intrigued by the commotion, Julian moves through the croud toward one of the royal guards, almost swallowed by the croud as he reaches the officer.

"Sir, what has happened here?" Julian asks politely but with a stern face that doesn't invite rejection. "I will aid you in moving these on lookers if you answer my question?" Julian says as he remove his wooden staff from its holster.

Oy! Right right. I'm Corpral Knobs. Knobby to me men. An' I thank you kindly.
"Knobs" moves in close and in a whisper loud enough to be caught above the din of crowd mutters:
'eres been a murder! Victim's been beaten to death. Frankly I'm a little out of me 'ead right now what with all the civies... MOVE ON I SAY... but...
He looks around slyly...
You know... the detective aint'n't here yet... You wan's to take a peak?

Grenada didn't like the crowd, but he was drawn in by it. Something big had happened here, he could tell by both the mood, the periodic move on shouts and gut instinct. His small frame allows him to weave his way in and out of the towering figures, quickly reaching the cleared area. Blood, the smell rushes into his nostrils causing a wavering in his brain. Death. Seeing royal guards in the area, the Deku walks over briskly.

"Grenada, Hyrule's Greatest Mercenary. What happened here?"

He says very seriously, a tough glare stings from his eyes, stealing into the soul. He lowers his brow, creating a mesh of facial features.

hmm... Death is only natural, someday the seal of death and life will be broken. But for around these days every body knows the master, I. And Azador laughs evil, something he had never done.

Looking down at the deku Knob’s lays a finger along his nose and sly says‘ere’s been a murder ‘ere Little one, you wan’s a look too eh?

Hearing the laugh his head jerks around to the left and he drops his brows.

Was’ ‘at ‘den! You soundin’ awfully suspicious ‘dere. May’aps I need to bring you in for questioning?

Julian looks toward the horizon. The light from the sun hitting the mountaincliffs high above and showing the zora that there was still sometime before night fall. He then looks back at the guard, his smile casting a clear sign of acceptance to the grim invitation. " I have some time. Lead the way," Julian says to the officer and then looks back at Grenada. "You coming, or are you going to miss out on the show." Julian says with a smile as he attempts to remove the solemn stare that the deku's face has taken

hmm, i have nothing to do with ... this thing going on. But you can ask me anything you want.

If you aint'n't got no bussiness 'ere den' I don' wan'cha' mug aroun'. 'Dis is a Crime Scene (you can hear the capitals in his voice) buckos! So why don'choo' jes' move along an' get bac' to ya' world dommination, wot!

To the rest of the group he smiles slyly.

C'mon boys!

wedging his way between the guards and clearing a path for you he stoops low between spears calling out

Move on... Move on Crime Scene! MOVE ON!...

"Better hury up Grenada," Julian says as he follows the path that has been so conveniently left in the wake of the royal guard.

Azador sneaks trough the croud, and he caught a glimp of the dead man. He has returned ... it wasn't Sesso that killed my brother, it was him the evil ... But that are not my worries anymore hahahaha,

over the stoop, and under a hanging drapery in front of the door and into a scene from the Darkworld...
The broken form of what was once a young woman lies in the middle of the floor; her angles are all wrong. Large bruises cover her exposed skin. But most disturbing is her throat. Or rather lack there of. The floor around her is a mass of carmine and rust. The rest of the room seems strangely un-touched. A low table surrounded by large cushions on the floor rests below a window streaming sunlight. A chest against the far wall. Pictures against the walls. A Stair leading down to a cellar, and a hall leading around the corner.

grimacing Knobby sidles towards the door...

Feel free to look around boyo's I'm headed outside again to try and direct them damn civvies home. OY! MOVE ON I SAY...

He stoops and heads out the door

OOC: I want specifics as to what your examining and how guys. What you find will be based on how well you search. Others feel free to barge in and join.

"Grenada, this room is untouched. I haven't seen a single thing out of place. I believe we should check out the second floor dormitories." Julian says as he begins to walk up the stair case. "You can check the cellar while I check upstairs. I'll holler if I find anything."