<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTad7zLVX8tNzLoHX1MAR0HeyaueYGSFCtAxXvbiPwdNOW57oPRxQ)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Kalem Allbright</span></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1863442)<br/><br/><strong>The Investigation</strong><br/><br/>The sheriff replied,  "Everyone was an initial suspect.  But you have to go where the evidence goes.  Simply because you think they did it doesn't mean that they did.  You have to prove it."<br/><br/>And with that, the next witness was summoned.  This person was a traveling merchant, a human male by all accounts.  He sat down in the witness's chair and said:   "Name's Jobe Flint.  I'm an entrepreneur around these parts.  I caught the innkeeper hiding in the storeroom next to the sheriff's room."<br/><br/>The innkeeper replied:   "Oh, fuck off, I was stocking clean linens."<br/><br/>Kalem asked:  "Could he have been stocking clean linens, sir?"<br/><br/>And Jobe answered,  "Maybe.  I don't know.  I don't know what he was doin' in there.  As a matter of fact, I had forgotten about the whole thing until I heard of the crime this morning."<br/><br/>"That is hardly incriminating," the Sheriff said.   "Next witness!"  Jobe stood up, and Tab took his seat.   "State your name."<br/><br/>"Tab, sir," the young man answered.   "I work in the stables."<br/><br/>"What did you see?" the sheriff asked.<br/><br/>"I saw the gnome tinker, Lorkyhay Ganderhoddle, creeping about beneath the sheriff ’s windows during the night while I made my rounds of the stables."<br/><br/>"Ah, my boy, that can be... quickly explained," he said.   "I was merely taking a late night constitutional, heh heh,"<br/><br/><roll><br/><br/>But Dessy mistrusted what the gnome had to say IMMEDIATELY.