<strong>Name:</strong>Alzeggra<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Public Sensoriums, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>It Begins with a Body, Open<br/><br/>A thought immediately popped into Alzeggra's head.  "I have the right spell for that!" she exclaimed.  "And I'm sure that the latent danger is within the stone I have, so I should be fine in casting it.  If you don't mind, can you accompany me back to the murder scene?  You can vouch for me in case any guard tries to escort me off the premises."<br/><br/>After hearing no claims to the contrary, she traveled back with the Naga in tow to the Sensorium Chamber.  The normally bright and bustling Festhall had an eerie sense of silence now that the public was gone.  The bright and colorful decorations felt wrong and out of place without the exchange of chatter and merriment characteristic of the faction headquarters.<br/><br/>"It won't be long before the whole of Sigil is talking about the Sensorium's sudden lockdown," Alzeggra said.  "Are you going to tell the public the truth, or are we going with a cover story?"<br/><br/>Five guards stood around the body, which now had a white sheet draped over it.  The bag remained untouched as well.<br/><br/>"Good morning, officers," Alzeggra said.  "I believe that it should be safe to use divination magic on the body.  I wish to communicate with the deceased woman and find out what she knows."<br/><br/>They let the two women through after seeing the deputy's badge on Perrin.  "Be careful," one of them said.  "We don't know the cause of death, or what happened to the recording stone.  Might have been destroyed upon impact."<br/><br/>Slowly, carefully, Alzeggra pulled back the sheet.  With more time to examine the body, Alzeggra could peruse Nilassa's face appeared serene, emotionless even, despite the scream from earlier.  Certain spells were fully capable of scaring someone to death, but the idea that a person's face was etched into fright upon death was an old wives' tale.<br/><br/>The first order was to brandish her holy symbol.<em>Fharlanghn, show me the way across this troubled road.  Show me the magic which binds us all.</em>Her silent prayer was answered with knowledge, as Alzeggra detected the presence of illusion and necromancy emanating from the recording stone within her pocket, and an aura of equal strength lingering upon the body.<br/><br/>"Death magic was used upon her," she said.  "With a touch of illusion.  Most likely an intensely painful and dangerous stimulation designed to kill.  Illusion auras would not be out of place in the Sensoriums, but Necromancy is an oddity."<br/><br/>Her hand was immediately upon a notebook.  Alzeggra was so used to keeping updates on her travels that the cataloging of phenomena was now automatic to her.<br/><br/>The platinum pieces scattered across the floor remained untouched, possibly more out of concern that whatever malady killed Nilassa might still linger within.  "It's quite odd, I think, that a worker with a visa would be so well-off," she said to Perrin.  "What do you think about a possible underworld background?  No, that's highly implausible for a Mechanus native.  Perhaps its a political killing.  Only one way to find out."<br/><br/>Alzeggra laid her hands out over the body.<em>I summon the conscience of the soul named Nilassa.  Do you know who killed you?  Do you know who might want you dead?  These are my questions to you.</em>