<div class="floatright">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/cb53d8644e7870ad8a7092e2fa6f07d6/tumblr_nd6zb1ubBk1qzx74yo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Corrin Arwi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283758.msg13964542#msg13964542)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1st January, 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong>----<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>All~<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Corrin’s gaze snapped to the sidhe as he told of a project that had been worked on before her death, an axe the sibling of the Duchess’ own weapon. And that he could not recall the name of who had commissioned it - well, that was interesting. It gave him a chill of fear then a dancing spark of anticipation - perhaps that unknown, unnamable person was the killer?<br/><br/>Perhaps... her arm had been severed, so it had been speculated. Not ripped or bitten.<br/><br/>“The Freehold... yes. It is something I will see to, should I have the time.” That was a lie, he intended to make time and more besides, but his kith would not tolerate such truths. “There’s also the matter of her workrooms, her smithy. She may have made note of who it was for.” A wild hope that he doubted would come to be.<br/><br/>