Margaret
*Mevis would let out a sigh. He wasn't much of a sensory type, so he doubted he could find many clues, but it's not like he could tell them that now could he? A hero accepts any and all requests, no matter how unfeasible they might be for them. While he might not have any special senses, he did have a mouth to speak at least. He figured if there was nothing the guild could give him, he might as well start with talking to locals, find out where the most recent assassination occurred, and then work from there. He would look around the streets for someone, and if he does, he would walk up to them and try his best to flash his 'heroic' smile*
Robert
"Uh, hi there! I'm Mevis, a member of New Sunlight. I was sent there to investigate about an assassin. Have there been any recent assassinations lately?"
Peggy
Mevis would find himself talking to a middle-aged labourer wiping his brow with a towel, who would quirk his eyebrow, and mutter in response:
"Ah yes... That trinket merchant that came here some while ago, right? Just your usual crafty trader hoping to make some profits. Well, he is now forever lost in his dreams of riches, now that someone managed to sneak in his room and slit his neck. Tch. Unpleasant, but it doesn't have too much to do with our humble town, though the innkeeper and sheriff are understandably worried about it all." 

Taking a moment to drink from an opened waterskin, he continued.
"One of his enemies probably managed to track him down, I say! With their tendency to engage in all sorts 'o shady matters, was only a matter of time that someone decided to rid of him." With that, he shakes his head.
Margaret
*Mevis would nod respectively to the laborer. He didn't want to make assumptions on the reason for the assassination till he had more clues*

"I see, that is unfortunate. I would like to look further into it though as murder is still murder. Can you tell me what sort of trinkets the merchant sold and who and where he hanged around with in his time spent in the village?"
Peggy
"What sort of trinkets? Runes, plenty of em, and certainly not just for show. I'm no mage, but I've lived long enough to recognise when something is the real deal. As for who you could see him with... Well, now that you mention it, sometimes when I hang out in the Inn after work- just to have a small pint of ale to share with my buddies, I can see him talking to some shady cloaked figure. Once I could even hear them arguing!"

Another pause is taken for another sip, giving some time for Mevis to think.

"I don't know where else he has been, but that should help you in investigating the issue, aye? At least, I assume you are the one supposed to be investigatin'. As long as you don't stir up an' trouble the the innkeeper would be happy to help you out- he's been plenty stressed over this, y'see."
Margaret
*Mevis would bow his head once more in thanks*

"Thank you for your information. I will try not to be bother in this village. May I ask you point me in the direction of the inn as I am unfamiliar with the area. I will be on my way after that"

*Assuming the man does so, Mevis would head in that direction. It would seem the man was a rune seller? And a genuine one at that? Well, the man did say he was no mage so perhaps the merchant was a master conman, but for now he was able to deduce that the merchant was assassinated at the inn and he was seen with a shady looking fellow that he had an argument with. If the runes turned out to be fake, it could be likely the assassin was sent by someone the merchant had scammed before. If the runes turned out to be real though, the assassination might have been more than just an assassination. But in either case he needed more information. Once he reached the inn he would examine the area for anything out of the unordinary before heading inside to speak with the innkeeper.*
Peggy
The labourer does so, and Mevis reaches there quite quickly. There is little to note in the surrounding regions, so entering the Inn is the action undertaken. 

Inside the Inn, there still seems to be nothing out of the ordinary, though the man manning the bartop, with an impressive stache seems to be looking rather glum as he wipes the table idly, not even noticing that he's been scrubbing the same area for a while- obvious even to Mevis due to the presence of a much damper spot on the bartop where the man is moving his towel along.
Margaret
*Unfortunate, it would seem the assassination hit the bartender pretty hard. Guess that is to be expected. The common man doesn't witness death as often as an adventurer. Even now despite all the death he has seen, Mevis still felt bogged down by such events. But right now he was on a job, no time to wallowing in self-pity.*

"Umm, hello there? The name's Mevis. I am a member of New Sunlight and was sent here to investigate the recent assassination. I was told this is where is the inn the victim stayed out before he was killed. Can I ask you for some more details about the event?"
Peggy
The bartender starts and blinks for a moment, before fully registring Mevis' presence.
Sighing a little, he slowly begins to speaks.
"Glad to see that New Sunlight is investigating. You see, there really isn't much to go off. One morning when we were sending food up to his room, then when his guards repeatedly rapped his door to get no response, they realised something was off.
Had to budge into the room, found him sleeping like a baby with his throat slit open."
For a moment, there is a pause, as the barkeeper continues scrubbing, though this time he was doing it properly.

"If you want to, you can go up and talk to the sheriff more regarding what happened- the merchant's guards and some of men from the sheriff are holding down the area so that there is no tampering done to any potential evidence, so you'll need to request permission to take a look under supervision."
Margaret
"Very well, thank for the information. But before I head up can you perhaps tell me what he was doing the night before? Anything you saw or heard that was unusual?"

*Mevis figured he may as well pry for as much information he can considering how little he had to work with. Bartenders were great sources of information after all, they just kind of blend in to the background, allowing them to listen in on conversations that people otherwise think no one is paying attention to. If not, hopefully he would have better luck with the sheriff upstairs.*
Peggy
"Now you mention it..."

The Innkeeper tells Mevis about the same cloaked person the laborer saw, affirming the authencity of that story. However, there is also an additional detail.

"If there anything particularly suspicious though. In the last night before the assassination I didn't see him, and while I can't quite be sure about it, the merchant seemed to have been hastily going back to his room. The sheriff knows this and is currently investigating, perhaps you could ask him for more details?"
Margaret
*Mevis would respectfully bow*

"Very well, thank you for this information. I am not just saying that either. I know it must be difficult to try to recall the details of such a tragic event. It may not offer you much comfort, but I will try my best to get to the bottom of this to match the effort you've put in enduring this. I hope the best for you and your tavern so you can spread smiles and laughter to this town once more"

*Mevis would then head up the stairs, slightly red. He wasn't that good at speaking, but he did say he would practice on his 'heroic' speeches even how embarrassing they were for him. He hoped it was good enough to offer some sort of comfort to the man. He didn't want him to feel as down anymore...*

*As Mevis would reach the top floor he would look around for the room with the sheriff. Once found he would walk over and call out not wanting to surprise them as their nerves were likely already on end*

"Umm, hello there. Did't want to surprise you. The name's Mevis. I've a part of New Sunlight and was sent here to investigate the assassination. I was told I should ask the sheriff for more details"
Peggy
The man, a weary looking middle-aged fellow with an impressive mustache wearing a black sheriff's uniform turn toward Mevis as he went towards them. His eyes are bloodshot from lack of rest- clearly he's been hard at work investigating the issue, at the very least.

"Oh, New Sunlight? Good, we could really use a hand here." After they confirm Mevis' identity as a Squire of New Sunlight, the sheriff waves you toward the inside of the inn room, the guards responsible for cordoning it stepping to the sides to permit Mevis and the sheriff's entry. 

As a whole the crime scene seems to be relatively normal for a decently priced room of an Inn... Aside from the open window and faint footsteps from dirt, and the sheet of silky cloth covering the bed, presumably hiding the victim and preserving any dignity post-mortem.

"Take a look, but try to be careful. If you have any questions, do ask."
Margaret
"I'll ty my best to be of assistance"

*Mevis would take in the crime scene. Dirt from footsteps? Hopefully that was from the criminal and not any of the guards here, but best to ask. Seeing the open window Mevis suspected that is how the assassin got in, but would need to get a closer look at it to see how. He would also like to take a look at the body, but figured it would be best to ask the less sensitive question first before doing so*

"May I ask a retelling of everything you know so far about this crime? I've gotten the general idea, but was told you would know the most. Also, just want to confirm, is that dirt from you or any of your men? Just want to make sure before I start trying to examine it as a piece of evidence"
Peggy
The sheriff recounts everything previously said about the crime, double backing the statements from the bartender and the labourer. Unfortunately, there still isn't much to go off on, but one supposes that otherwise, it wouldn't be so vexing.

"Ah, the footsteps? Take a closer look." 
As he leads you to inspect them, you discover that they lead from the windows to the side of the bed, and back out of the window.
There are even faint prints on the window sill.

"Does that answer your question? Don't worry too much. On my honour, I assure you that our men and the guards that offered to help us out have acted entirely in a professional capacity, and done their utmost to prevent contamination to the crime scene."
Margaret
*Mevis would nod. He expected nothing less from law enforcement. Well that wasn't true, but it is what he wanted to expect from law enforcement. If that was the case, he suppose he might as well start examining the footsteps.* 

*He would try to see if there was anything in the dirt itself, as well as how big the footprints were to get an estimate of the size. It wasn't a good estimate as he wasn't a trained investigator, but as a martial artists he has seen his fair share of feet so to speak to get a general idea of the size and who they tend to belong to. He would also try to examine the window sill and window to see if there was any clues on how the assassin got it. Perhaps a broken lock, a piece of cloth or rope? Maybe he could see the same footprints in the mud? He could use any sort of clues right about now, and would try his best to keep his eyes open for them*
Peggy
Medium-sized footprints. Nothing in the dirt, but there were a few blades of grass. There was a small broken lock placed on the window sill, and the burnt-out etchings of runes on the lock itself suggested that the merchant certainly wasn't negligent in guarding himself, though it didn't seem to work out well in the end.
"Before you ask, we didn't put it there. The assassin certainly seemed to have all the time in the world however."