<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">The next morning.</span><br/><br/>Frethai had been disturbingly perky ever since she came into the office this morning. Apparently her and the human performer had hit it off, and they'd spent the night together. Chiskisk was happy for her, but she really got a bit frustrated at the chirpy behaviour, and the lack of concentration on her assistant's part. Especially since they were trying to find out who'd had Kreel killed, and it seems that there was no sensible reason.<br/><br/>She linked in with the adventurers' Comms, and told them as much. As the shirren did not speak, the text to speech function on the system filled their ears with its depressingly clumsy robotic voice.<br/><br/>"I have been unable to find any reasons why those gangers wanted Duravor dead. Neither the downside kings, nor the level 21s seem to have any beef with them." she sighed mentally, the translator just fell silent. "Then again, there seems to be no reason for these two gangs to start a turf war right now. The timing is too conspicuous. Perhaps you can check the newsfeeds for a reason?"