<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/XJroK22.jpg)</div><strong>Barir bin Yasha</strong>- Appearance 3, Black stain of Diablerie in his aura for those with who succeed on Auspex II roll<br/><br/>"Hrmmm..." Barir pondered the surroundings. He was far more comfortable investigating cheap taverns where girls belly-danced to the sound the darbuka, qanun, amd buzuq. He had known his way around those types of places, knew who to talk to, knew who he had to frighten. Here it was an entirely different world; the cold air blew in his face, and he wondered what people would think if they saw a suited man stalking about a park at this hour of the night. Probably think he was on some sort of government committee tasked with tracking migratory birds, or part of the FBI this close to the crime scene. Regardless, it was probably to his advantage to look authoritative, rather than in the listless sweat pants and track sweatshirt he kept at home for when he ended up joining the Sheriff and her crew in fighting the Sabbat.<br/><br/>Pulling leather dress gloves from the pocket of his suit, which had come with the ensemble but which he had not cared to wear, he slipped them on to stop any errant fingerprints from being found and searched through the remains of the crime scene for anything else of note. Just then he noticed footprints. And bare ones at that. Curioser and curioser. Following them deeper into the brush, making as little noise as possible, Barir cursed under his breath, "Ben zona," before sighing. Well, nothing to it. First he would go upstream, and then downstream in search of the tracks. Hopefully he would find... something to make his time spent of use, rather than simply having driven here simply to spend the Prince's money on cab fare. He begins to go at a slow lope up-river, keeping an eye out for any sign of passage.