Rolland
*The time had come for the beginning of some real work. It wasn't anything that made his heart pound like the thrill of battle, but it was work nonetheless - and necessary for the functioning of the kingdom. If such mistrust could be allowed to propagate, then it was likely that Alynthi would lose the respect of its people, and while their reputation was so far excellent, this had to be remedied before he could call it spotless.

Striving towards perfection brought excellence. That was what the battlefield had taught him. Astalios paced the archive room, nose stuck in a ledger, as he and the clerks looked through the supply records of the nobility that had been recorded over the past three years. Each was a rather large folio of parchment, and Astalios thanked the gods that he had some experience writing papers in the Alchemist's Guild.

The information they had was scarce but useful - the name of the town was Heartford, and it had been desgtroyed approximately three years prior by troops. Troops meant supply chains - and every baron needed to deploy his troops with an uptick in nonperishable rations when they marched. An inconsistency would mean that while the army was reported not deployed, their food stores would suddenly increase and then decrease. Money always talked in the end.

That was the thing about such investigations - people didn't simply stay financially in the same situation. Perhaps the baron that had done this had gotten richer by a large amount, or perhaps they were suffering from a debt that was paid with money the baron did not seem to have...*
Donna
Of course, just like with any kingdom, smaller settlements were often looked over by a baron or duchy, mainly to ensure each corner of a kingdom is watched over and taken care of. Just like the larger duchy of Vedian, what was once the small tree-cutting village of Heartford was watched over by a considerably small and less financially important family known as the Agarvrans. The family itself has been around for generations, just about as long as the royal family had been in power. Given the family is made up of nothing but elves, it makes sense that they've been around for so long. There wasn't much information on the family in question, and there were many holes in the portfolio on them such as pages seemingly missing or torn out or just jumps in timelines on the Agarvarans whereabouts. 

Around four years ago, however, a member of the Agarvarans family was disowned and stripped of their title; the youngest son of the current heads of the family name, known as Dalyor Agarvaran. Though, given his status of no longer being apart of the family, he now simply goes by Dalyor. Currently, he resides Willowdale though the reasons for him being disowned have been blotched out in ink. Not much is known about the youngest son other than his current location. The Agarvarans never owed a significant amount of money to anyone in particular for anything it seemed, and there was definitely a lot of missing information on the family. Since the incident with Heartford, the family now only has one other settlement they watch over and take care of, a northwestern mining town known as Lerwick.

There were a handful of chroniclers within the archive, though they kept to themselves unless the prince directly asked for help from them.
Rolland
*Dalyor Agarvaran. That was the man he needed to speak to. Whether it was because he was the perpetrator of such a crime or because he was the only one to speak out, it was likely that this disowned son had his own secrets to reveal about the family. Furthermore...

The mining town of Lerwick. It was possible that the family had been taking the inhabitants of Heartford for slave labor in Lerwick, as many miners die every year...*

"Excuse me." *He lifted his head from his ledger and reached out for the nearest chronicler.* "What is your name? I need a small bit of assistance on the records of the town of Lerwick and the Agarvarans. I would like mortality statistics for the miners, and the productivity of the mine over the years, if you could bring those to me."
Donna
A young satyr looked over as the prince brushed her arm to get her attention, causing her to jump in slight surprise. Tilting her head, she listened to the prince's questions before allowing herself a moment to think. "Uh, Kidu Tratker. If you'll give me just a moment my lord I'm sure I can find exactly what you're looking for." Nodding toward Astalios, the satyr woman rushed off down one of the many rows of chronicles, books, files and scrolls before stopping at nearly the end of one. Brushing her fingers along the various shelves, she finally stopped with an accomplished smile and pulled out a few scrolls from shelf before making her way back to the prince.

"Lerwick Mining Company. It seems to have been funded by a different family up until.. Three years ago it would seem. The prior owners of the mine were a half-elf family known as the.. Glynfirs. It seems we actually have nothing on them after they sold the Lerwick Mining Company to the Agarvarans. As for the mortality statistics..? I have them all here in this scroll going back ten years, but if you need more that go back further I will happily get them for you, my lord." Kidu bowed her head and stood aside, allowing the prince to look over all she had brought him.

The scroll with the mortality statistics did in fact go back around ten years. From the start to around three years ago, the mortality rate seemed relatively normal for a mining company, perhaps considered average. When the Agarvarans took over the Lerwick Mining Company, mortality rates increased by nearly three or four times, but so did intake of new miners. Given that slavery is outlawed within the kingdom of Alynthi, one can only assume how the mining company has come across so many lives to throw away. Another thing to note is the town of Lerwick's proximity to the well known slaving nation of Dasvaz..
Rolland
"Thank you, Miss Tratker." *Astalios murmured as he looked up over the data. Slavery seemed to be in excess in these parts, and slavery was illegal. Another crime, another time... Perhaps the inhabitants of Heartford had been brought to the mine after all.*

"Could you or another chronicler bring me all the information you have on the Glynfirs, their arguments or relations with the Agarvarans? Thank you very much." *He wondered, really, how rotten this family was. There was much to indicate that they were not only slavers, but had possibly destroyed Heartford as well - or else were guilty of massive negligence. Records had been destroyed. That in itself was perjury, and could be punished by the highest judge in the land - which happened to be him, with the exception of his mother and father.*

"All I need is to travel to this place unannounced, in secret. Gather information myself, or send spies to their court. I would rather do so in person..." *He thought out loud as he looked through the papers in front of him.*

*It was already probable cause. Already a crime against the royal family.*
Donna
"I'll get right on it, my lord." Kidu rushed off and grabbed another one of the chroniclers to help her search for more information on the Glynfirs and Agarvarans. The two were gone for quite some time, well over ten or so minutes looking for anything on either family. As Kidu and the other chronicler returned, the only had a few pieces of paper, further proof that someone within the castle or someone close to the Agarvarans didn't wish for anyone to have anything on what may or may not have happened. Stumbling back along with another chronicler, Kidu placed down all she and her companion could find on the desk where the prince sat. "I'm sorry your majesty, but all I can find where a few things on the Agarvarans and even less on the Glynfirs." Bowing her head once more, Kidu stepped back and went back to her duties, though stayed nearby in case she was needed once more.

Inside of what Kidu brought over were only a handful of documents on either family. What was known for now was that the Agarvarans were an extremely old family of full-blooded elves. Not once in their history did they ever go outside of their own race, not even half-elves in any way or form. The current man and woman at the head of the family, Alen and Leena Agarvaran were still alive and well, along with their many, *Many* Children. However, one such that had been cast out, their youngest who the prince already knew to be Dalyor Agarvaran, had been removed from every will and testament that tied him to any of the families riches and belongings. Currently, the Agarvarans are staying in Lerwick where they can oversee mining operations.

As for the Glynfirs, there were countless statements from neighboring villages of the kindness and generosity of the half-elf family. Known for their donations to the more needy parts of Alynthi and even outside of the kingdom, the entire family seemingly perished in their manor near Heartford, seemingly due to a mishap with their fireplace. Their youngest daughter

However, was missing at the time of the fire, and has been missing since. A signed and obviously copied document was in the pile of papers as well, stating the Agarvarans took over the Lerwick Mining Company not even three days after the Glynfirs perished with no heirs to take the business over.

The final and most notable document was the list of families that were found dead or filed as missing that previously lived in the now destroyed village of Heartford. There were many, many families ranging from elves to shapeshifters to orcs to even a single family of loxodon. The only family marked as missing however were known as the Olvenwoods, a half-elf family consisting of two sons, a mother and father. The eldest son went missing long before Heartford was destroyed, leaving only the single son Richard Olvenwood, mother Elizabeth Olvenwood, and father Henry Olvenwood. All other inhabitants of Heartford were either found dead, or survivors have since relocated to known parts of Alynthi. Which granted, there were only a handful of survivors who were lucky enough to not be home during the destruction of Heartford.
Rolland
*It was wonderful, the prince noted, what you could find with royal authority and a few pieces of paper. He began to scratch out his fndings on a piece of parchment, using the ink itself to form the quill. Iron gall ink was a favorite medium of Astalios's...

Firstly, the likely suspects were the Agarvarans, whose labor supplies were nearly positively slaves from Dazvaz. Their son had to be investigated, as did the family themselves. One was likely an objector, and from the looks of things, Dalyor was the odd one out. The operations had not been exposed by the Agarvarans, so they either knew and lied or perpetrated it themselves. He resolved to travel himself to see Dalyor.

Secondly, there was the matter of the Glynfirs. Their reputation was rather kind, and he had no reason to believe that they were undercover somewhere, but their lost daughter would be an excellent replacement ruler for the Agarvarans when they were executed for their crimes. He scratched out a note to do some research on her in particular.

Thirdly, the Olvenwoods. This was likely the family that he had met - an Olvenwood. Was it the older brother, long gone missing, that he had seen? Was it Richard? He bookmarked the family for further reference.

Fourthly, there was nothing but admirable conduct from his scribes.*

"You have served me well, Miss Tratker." *He inclined his head to her.* "I have one last request only - any available portrait of the Glynfirs' youngest daughter."