<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/Erinmug.jpg)<br/><em>Factol Darkflame</em></td><td><strong>Name:</strong> Factol Erin Darkflame Montgomery; the late Nilasa<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Public Sensoriums, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Perrin, Alzeggra<br/><br/>The guards recoiled as the dead woman's blank eyes shot open, and her cold mouth stirred. There was no soul, no emotion left as the victim's body spoke to answer, with the literal and unfeeling words of a tablet carved in stone. "I do not know," she answered to the first question, a once lovely voice gone hollow as though it was made to echo from her still chest. "I do not know," she answered equally unhelpful to the second. Once the answers had been coaxed from her body, she went perfectly still again, though the guards continued to give the corpse space.<br/><br/>The wary guards snapped to attention at the sound of heels approaching up the Sensorium hall. Factol Darkflame was quite at home in the halls of her own Festhall, and in the luxury draped across her like queen of all Sigil. An open robe of woven shadow insulated against the breezes that blew through the circular chambers, its translucent shade muting the color of a long and diaphonous dress arranged in a kaleidoscope of shapes like stained glass in a Xaositect temple. As she approached, fingers that shimmered with jeweled rings reached out for the Factor's emblem that Perrin had been waving around like a badge of authority. She reclaimed it with a not unkind turn of her hand, never sharing her reasons.<br/><br/>The emblem clicked against her rings as she examined it, and then the hall which had earlier that morning been bustling with activity- then the few solemn faces that remained around the dead body. "Good work," she said with the cold detachment of one who has watched her parade be trampled and needed to congratulate those who swept up the pieces. Emerald green eyes fixed on the drow's face, and the cool touch of her rings came up under Alzeggra's chin. She breathed deep. There was more to knowing a face than just seeing its features. "We have some controversial guests staying with us at the Festhall. Their safety is paramount." The Factol regarded the body, an accomplished cleric in her own right, but far from any ability to raise the dead. If Nilasa had been slain by necromancy, as Alzeggra inferred, then resurrection might be beyond any but the most powerful magic. There was a flutter of long lashes over her eyes, and she recovered from the sight of the murdered woman.<br/><br/>"Another dead in the Sensoriums, and another stone missing. It's strange. The recorder stones should revert to paperweight when they leave the Festhall. They oughtn't be worth stealing, unless they would give the killer away." Her hand left the drow, and she beckoned as she turned away. "Come with me, please. This is going to be complicated by the fact that this woman was a visitor. I want you to tell me all that you've discovered. We'll have privacy within my chambers."</td></tr></tbody></table>