<div class="floatright">(http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp289/guardianangel98/Agrias7.jpg)</div>Absalom had stood as a center of trade and stood as a testament to Golarian for thousands of years. From the window a young woman looked out at the harbor, using it as a means to focus her attention while she tried to figure out the puzzle that had been playing out in this city of decades. At least once a week there was a bloody murder and they happened all over the city, to men, women and children, to people of all races and classes, to people of all status and station. She wondered how the people hadn't put the few pieces together to realize that this was likely a single killer who had ways of moving around that no one else had realized but she had committed herself from finding and stopping the criminal.<br/><br/>She sat calmly by the window, her brilliant blue eyes partly on the harbor and partly on the map layed out in front of her. It was a map of the city and had hundreds of droplets of red wax on it, each one marking where a murder by the killer had taken place for the last twenty three years. The candle was still burning, giving a mix of light from it as well as the ever falling sun that blanketed the sky in a mix of orange and darkening blue hues.<br/><br/>She was a tall and muscular woman as her trade was that of warrior but one could not call her butch either due to the near perfect feminine curves of her body. She had long blond hair that trailed down her back, falling all the way to her butt and that she kept braided and tied with a single blue ribbon yet there were also two long streaks that fell down both sides of her face, just in front of her ears, each one often covering her breasts. Her skin was a fair shade, showing that she was of Caucasian descent. Normally she wore armor and the clothes of the order of crows, a secret society of people who were doing their best to guide societies and make them a better place, however that was all neatly piled and laid out on a desk by the bed. Now she dressed in a simple wool robe that covered much of her but gave a hint at her cleavage and further down fell to the side to show her long muscular legs.<br/><br/><em>"There has to be an answer, how is he getting from his home to these killing grounds?"</em>she thought while picking up a small glass filled with wine and brought it to her lips. She took a drink while thinking but soon had her concentration interupted by a knock at the door...