Exton

It is black as Tartarus, but that is in keeping with my occupation this night. I have come to investigate a certain alley where it is suspected murder was done, and murder of more than usual viciousness. Shrouded in a glamour that cloaks me in darkness and allows no light to escape, I conjure a witchlight and examine the alley.

I do not possess the senses of a shifter, but I know something of the smell of death, and the bloodstains that besmear the bricks and asphalt assure me that the victim could not have survived such a terrible loss. Of a body there is no sign; but even human monsters know enough not to leave a body in plain sight.

This may be a one-time occurrence, in which case the culprit may be long gone; or it may be the first in a series. With all the resources at my command, I cannot know; I can only remain alert for other such incidents and hope to be in time to prevent the next. I will also instruct Tourmaline - I suspect needlessly - to have her contacts keep their eyes and ears open for the next few weeks. Without the craft of the detective at my disposal, it is all that I can do.