Shortly after the four of you gather, one of the militia spots you and hurries over.<br/><br/>"Kurst wants to talk to you," she says in hushed tones so that the crowd around cannot hear, "he said to bring you in if we saw you."<br/><br/>She hesitates, uncertain what to say next.<br/><br/>"He's taking this hard. We all are, but we can't let our guards down to grieve but Kurst... he and Rodrik meant the world to each other. If there is anything you can do to help, Trunau will be in your debt."<br/><br/>She leads you inside. Kurst is sitting in the inn's entrance. He smiles bitterly upon seeking you.<br/><br/>“Not the conversation I though we'd be having today. I’m sure you’ve heard by now that my brother, Rodrik, was found dead this morning, and I’ve had my hands full since. Right now, the official cause of death is suicide, but I just can’t believe that. Something else has to be going on. Unfortunately, Rodrik was the best investigator in Trunau; if he were on the case, solving the mystery of his death wouldn’t take long, but with just me left, we might never know what really happened.”<br/><br/>Kurst sighs heavily.<br/><br/>“I simply can’t handle the investigation and tend to my family duties at the same time. I may be a patrol captain, but right now, I feel my responsibilities as a brother outweigh my other duties. Still, I can’t just let this lie. I’m afraid I’ve exhausted all my other options—the members of Trunau’s militia are competent defenders during siege times, but they’re not sleuths by any means. I need your help. Will you investigate my brother’s death?”<br/>