<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Anli Revell</div><div class="spoiler_body">The two men look up as Anli return, Private Bustol busying himself with unfolding the over-sized umbrella at her doorstep while Sergeant Wick waits, puffing quietly at his cigar. "Alright, let's go," he murmurs once the two men are bundled up. Rain drops and hisses at times on the pavement, though the three of them are shielded from all but a few drops by the umbrella. The lamplights that dot the city with a little light are almost hidden by the downpour, but enough get through to show the cobblestone pavement beneath the trio's feet, and allow them to avoid the worst of the potholes where rainwater collects, each shower widening the holes. Twice they see Silver Hilt patrols, and once the patrol pauses, unprotected and almost as though unaware of the rain as they stare for a few moments at the group before continuing on. "Damned witches," the Sergeant mutters beneath his breath, eyebrows knotting with mixed emotions. "Not human, I say. Not anything. Monsters themselves. Saw one once cut down a man where he stood simply because he stumbled in between her and some sort of monster a few hundred feet away..." he grumbles, the rain drowning out most of the noise that escapes from the umbrella. <br/><br/>The patter of the rain remains constant throughout the entire trip, and the faint acrid smell that comes with a light rain. Lightning flashes, illuminating the landscape, and Anli can see the forms of a few people huddled beneath trees or under arches, doing anything they can to escape the rain and notice by any predators. Inevitably, there are always a few like these and just as inevitably they can often be found dead or missing come morning--or prey for monsters with more unusual tastes. The entire walk takes perhaps 15 to 20 minutes, time almost flowing differently until the endless patter of the rain against the umbrella, but finally they reach the station, a candle against the oppressive darkness that fills the city. "Fold up that umbrella, lad, and then come inside and get some tea for yourself." Bustol nods before taking out his Watch-issued bell, ringing it with a <em>thunk</em>, the muffler being still inside, and shouting half-heartedly, "Ten o'clock and all's well..." as was traditional before quickly bundling up the umbrella and ducking inside to escape the rain.<br/><br/>The Sergeant leads Anli inside and to an office with a mirror on one wall. He sighs as he divests himself of the greatcoat, hanging it on a coathanger and hers as well should she remove it. "Damned rain. Anyway," he crosses his hands after sitting down, motioning for Anli to sit opposite of him. "As I said before, I do apologize for inviting you outside at this time of night, but..." he pauses sadly, looking down at his hands before looking up into her eyes and sighing. "We needed to report to you that a Mr. Varen Menhock has been found dead. I'll need to take you shortly to identify the body, but in his will... you were his only known associate these last years who had any sort of real connection to him," he sighs once more, smoothing his hair back as he studies her reaction.</div></div>