<div class="floatright">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/zanchini2.jpg/355538084/zanchini2.jpg)</div><br/>Deacon almost choked on the wine he was sipping when he heard the prince was dead.  And then<em>did</em>choke when a piece of the Broken Crown was revealed.  He ran his fingers through short-cropped dark hair and set his glass on a side table with a groan.<br/><br/><strong>"Civil war, and the resurfacing of the Broken Crown.  Just magnificent.  I'd like to see the carriage, if your lordship is willing.  You spoke of looking for clues, that seems a fair place to start.  After that we will backtrack to the site of the attack as you say."  Refusal, of course, was out of the question.  "I trust you will inform the captain of my change in duties, if not the specifics."</strong>He rubbed at his temples with a sigh.<strong>"And no time to put my affairs in order, lest the scene grows even more difficult to read."</strong><br/><br/>He looked at the others, a warriors appraisal and interest plain in his eyes.<em>Well, I certainly wont be lacking for eye candy, at least.  And they look about as dangerous as they are pretty.  We'll see how they hold up on the road, I guess.</em><br/>