Fenn had been standing in the back, letting the other two go about their work, taking in the entire scene, trying to memorize each and every detail as the Arbitrator - an Intelligencer named Eisen - who had trained him taught him to do.  Soon, they were moving to another room, and one of the others - the more rough and tumble from his appearance - started bringing up the floor.  "Mister Drake," Fenn intoned when the small figures and pictures were withdrawn from the cubbyhole.  "Allow me to see those.  I think there might be a clue to the death of the Investigator General within those seemingly-childish scribblings."<br/><br/>((Going to roll for having a look at the figures and the drawings.))