<blockquote><div><cite>Kaelen wrote:</cite>"That is extremely unlikely, Sergeant. I was here when she was found, and Rynn's first reaction was to attempt to heal her. Even if she had meant harm, I don't think she, or any of us for that matter, could have laid such a potent curse on her."</div></blockquote><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Larynn wrote:</cite>"Not just him, Mister Padma and his troupe were also here when we found her. They can verify that all I used was this basic healing wand."</div></blockquote><br/>"And a fine job she did," Padma adds, sauntering to Larynn's side. "I reckon this woman's work is the only reason you've got a patient here at all. If that's your idea of a curse, then your fella with the armor must be quite the hexcrafter!" He brandishes his walking stick in Dagnyr's general direction, then plants it firmly on the ground with a deliberate *clack*.<br/><br/>Sgt. Ananda glowers back at the old vanara, and at Kaelen and Larynn as well, doing her best to keep her glare unwavering. It's almost possible to see the gears turning behind her eyes, trying to come up with a plausible charge to throw at the trio, before the arrival of Cpt. Vignar breaks her sullen concentration.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Dagnyr wrote:</cite>"And speaking of witnesses, there's a pair of demons Watchman Niberos and I managed to knock out who didn't vanish with the rest, they're obviously not very high rank, but as mages they're liable to be smart enough to know something that your interrogators might be able to weasel out of them.."</div></blockquote><br/>"Excellent thinking, constable," Vignar replies with a nod of approval at the two face-down tieflings. "I'll have Sgt. Ananda bring around a second carriage for them when she returns. A few minutes' ride with her should make them very conversational indeed." The captain glances toward the departing watchwoman, a hint of amusement touching the corners of his mouth before his usual sober expression reasserts itself. Clearing his throat, he turns his attention back to Larynn, Kaelen and Padma at the archon's side.<br/><br/>"I must apologize for my subordinate's actions," he says, offering the trio a small bow. "Sgt. Ananda can be quite intractable at times - a useful trait when pursuing the guilty, but less so when dealing with the innocent. Rest assured I have no intention of charging any of you; in fact, I wish to congratulate you on your assistance to the city tonight..."<br/><br/>"Hmph," Padma grumbles. "If that's the case, then why're we still being carted downtown like criminals?"<br/><br/>"I understand your concern," Vignar replies calmly, unfazed by the vanara's forwardness. "And I assure you that you will have your explanation in due time, though I'm not at liberty to give details at this time. If you'll wait until the rest of the witnesses have gathered-"<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Alyssa wrote:</cite>"Captain Vignar, sir!" </div></blockquote><br/>"Ah, adjutant! Perfect timing." Vignar turns to Alyssa without missing a beat and acknowledges her salute with a nod. "You've brought the remaining witnesses, I presume?"<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Alyssa wrote:</cite>"As per Sgt. Ananda's orders, I've brought Miss Celaire for your personal inquiry. Unfortunately, I was unable to persuade the second witness to cooperate." She pauses, and nods in Larynn's direction. "Miss Rynn, would you happen to know the whereabouts of your, erm... associate? I'm afraid I don't know where she's gone."</div></blockquote><br/>Vignar's expressions turns stonier than usual at Alyssa's report. The dragonborn's gaze follows his officer's gesture over to Larynn, settling heavily on her as he analyzes the dog-eared aasimar woman.<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Sense Motive for a hunch: 1d20(5) + 15 = 20, success<br/><br/>Knowledge (local) for ???: 1d20(18) + 19 = 37, success</div></div></div>Fortunately for Larynn and her peace of mind, the scrutiny doesn't take long. Vignar scans her up and down once, quickly, before settling his attention on her brow - and, more importantly, the glowing mark that no longer occupies that space. Between Alyssa's hedging and Sgt. Ananda's accusations, it's not hard to deduce what the absence might mean.<br/><br/>"I see," he says. "Don't worry, adjutant. I'm sure Miss Rynn will contact her 'associate' for us when the time is right. For the time being, we'll work with those we have. Everyone, if you're ready, our transportation should be arriving shortly..."<br/><br/>Almost on cue, the *clop-clop* of horseshoes on the cobblestones fills the air as a pair of horse-drawn carriages with shuttered windows roll to a stop in front of the Wandering Grille's remains, with Sgt. Ananda already dismounting from atop the first before it finishes slowing. Vignar acknowledges the Sgt. with a nod, and motions for her to step away with him as the pair discuss something in low voices. A minute or so later, Sgt. Ananada steps away to check on Dagnyr's prisoners while Vignar returns to the group.<br/><br/>"Alright everyone," Vignar announces. "Gather your possessions and prepare for departure,  Adjutant Niberos, you'll accompany Misses Celaire and Rynn along with the vanara gentleman-"<br/><br/>"Padma," the old ape interjects.<br/><br/>"-with Sri Padma in the second carriage. Constable Thuror, you and Mr. Locasta will ride wi the first carriage." Vignar steps forward, kneeling to offer the archon his hand. "As, of course, will my lady..."<br/><br/>"Elona." Smiling, Elona accepts the dragonborn's proffered hand and allows him to lift her until she finds her footing. Cpt. Vignar leads his Celestial companion to the first carriage, and the two enter together.<br/><br/>As soon as the carriages are fully loaded, the drivers crack their whips, and the small caravan rolls off toward the Northern end of town...<br/><br/>The journey to New Prometa looks to be a uneventful one. The streets of the Merchant District are typically empty at this hour, save for the occasional pedestrian hurrying themselves along the sidewalks - eager to be safely home, no doubt, in case festival's surprise guests decide to make a reappearance. Aside from the occasional rattle of the carriages, the ride is relatively quiet - a welcome reprieve after the frenzy in Portal Square.<br/><br/>Of course, silence doesn't necessarily mean safety - often, it's quite the opposite...<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Everyone, please make a DC 18 Perception check and initiative roll...</div></div></div>