The guard gave a relieved sigh as someone offered to take the maid from him, and all but forced her hands from his uniform onto Casimiro's.  The woman clung to him, a heavy weight, whimpering and breathing heavily as she fought back sobs.  She let him guide her as he walked, but didn't seem to even hear his question.  At the very least, she made no reply.<br/><br/>The hallways had been cleared it seemed, at least there was no one about to see Vi in all her glory.  She had little trouble following the Captain to an ornate set of doors.  They were made of heavy oak an inlaid with gold in fanciful, geometric, patterns.  The guard behind the Captain had left the doors wide open, and Vi had her first glance of the scene.<br/><br/>Anais lay on her back over a table, her dress up around her waist, her bodice ripped to expose her breasts.  Her wrists had been bound together by coarse rope and stretched above her head.  Her neck was discoloured.  Her head lay to one side, facing Vi, and her mouth was open.  Vi could see that her tongue had been cut out, though from the lack of blood it had happened after death.  Next to her, on the floor beside the table, was a pile of ash and, from the look of it, vomit.<br/><br/>Anais' view was cut off as the Captain glanced behind him and motioned for a guard to shut the door, though he didn't seem to notice her.<br/><br/>OOC: Risk were getting caught, I tossed in an opportunity of seeing some of the scene and not just following them.<br/><br/>The Guard glanced around nervously as he was confronted by Natia.  He seemed young, new to his job, and not at all prepared to deal with those of high station.  His eyes never settled as she spoke, and for several seconds after.  Finally, he leaned in to whisper at her.  "There is a murderer about, Lady Anais is dead."  He straightened as he spotted another guard nearby looking at him, and Natia could hear the sound of him swallowing even over the noise of the crowd.<br/>