Natia inspected the room, bringing her hand up to her chin to scratch it in thought and resting a hand on her hip, as she gazed implacably at the pool of blood.  "No, I think you are on to something with the sorcery.  I think perhaps they used some kind of Magick to get here, slew the bride to be and then made off with it."<br/><br/>She nodded, "I may not be quite as agile as you, my dear Viviana, but I do have knowledge of many foreign tongues."  She realized the double entendre too late and blushed quickly adding, "By that I mean I am good with languages."<br/><br/>She checked the sword stand for a name and quickly set out to find Casimiro's journals in the hopes of finding anything at all that might give them a clue as to if the blade had been important... or simply a weapon close at hand during the dastardly deed.