Nodding subtly, but not taking her eyes from her work, Ithi'Ka speaks softly.  "It's not unusual to panic..." she looks up at him, studying the lace pattern on his maid's outfit.  Not that she'd suspect him, really, but the shred might be from anything.  Furniture, curtains, but most likely dresses or lingerie... perhaps a clue to the killer's outfit.  If he came straight in, there's little chance he'd have encountered it elsewhere.<br/><br/>Sensing this to be her most valuable clue so far, she opens one of her empty vials-- the ones she stores for opportune collection of venom, rare bloods-- and tucks the fabric inside, replacing the stopper deftly-- she memorizes it, the texture, the weave.  Too little to build a picture, yet.<br/><br/>Splaying her own hands, the Drow gently places her fingers along the bruises, measuring them.  "Lady Nightshade, can you tell me more about June?  When she came up here, what form was she in?  Human-shaped, elven, undead..?"<br/><br/>(knowledge isn't great in religion or planes, sadly.  But I'll put in an action point to give a chance ;D<br/>1d20+6=15+5=20)<br/><br/>"Let's get the scroll prepared... I'm almost ready.  Will you read it, or shall I?"