The maid shook her head as Malcyn asked if there was anyone to take care of it.  Her eyes were red and bright with tears, her nose little better.  "I want no part of this."  She sniffled, she stumbled towards the door and, if he didn't stop her, out of it.<br/><br/>Vi and Natia were able to get into the crime scene by the simple expedient of entering through a side balcony that looked over the ocean.  The Captain was gone, though they could heard the sound of a guard shuffling and sighing in the hallway beyond.  Anais' body had been removed, but otherwise the room looked largely undisturbed.  A pile of ash, as if someone had dumped out a bonfire's worth, and vomit lay beneath the table she had been on and, in a corner of the room that hadn't been visible from the door, there was a massive bloodstain on the floor.  The pieces of a stool sat in the fireplace, unburnt but looking like they had been used to deflect or stop a blade.<br/><br/>The room was richly appointed and seemed to be a sitting room.  There was the small table, more of a desk now that she saw it up close, that had been dragged from a wall, as well as several couches.  There was a great deal of decoration in the way of statues, art, swords, and other eclectic objects clearly collected by Casimiro during his travels.  A sword looked to be missing, judging from the empty hooks.  There was a second set of doors that lead into a bedroom, but the bed was still made and had a fancy dress of lace and silk laid out on it.  The bedroom looked undisturbed.