<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Miriel Vitale</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Sister Superior," the woman stated, with the barest lilt at the end of the sentence to indicate a question. Her voice is dry of all emotions, and when she looks at Miriel, Miriel gets the sensation of being considered less than an insect. There is nothing in the woman's pitiless snake-like eyes as she glances for a moment at Miriel and then back at her commander. A beat passes as the woman appears to think for a moment before replying, "Sister Yarella, give her your cloak. It would be a shame if those we were meant to protect," the word came even flatter than the rest of her sentence, "were to die just from exposure." "Yes, Sister Superior," Sister Yarella replied, and unceremoniously in one motion undid the clasp at the front of her cloak and dropped it atop Miriel showing a sleeveless shirt above it cut in a "V" pattern and ending above her toned midriff beneath a light coat of chainmail rings. Miriel can already feel the sting of the rain on her body, cold from the rain, yet the hooded cloak appears to be entirely impervious to the rain, and it is only seconds before the portion of her body beneath the cloak is dry.<br/><br/>The Sister Superior looks in disdain at Miriel for a moment before speaking, "We are the Silver Hilt, and my name is Sister Hellen. Be grateful that we were able to dispose of the abomination," she gestures towards Neville's already decomposing corpse, "before it ate you and took your body and appearance for its own. Tends to be more difficult to find them after that happens." Like the other one, her voice is similarly flat and without emotion, not a speck of concern for Miriel in her tone or inhuman eyes. With that she turns away, and with a word, "Come," the other two begin to follow her.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sarya Melisandra</div><div class="spoiler_body">It is an uneventful night for the elf who sits shivering within the shed, though the trance quickly takes her. The rain continues to beat upon the shed in beats and patterns forming a random percussion and Sarya remains only half-aware of her surroundings due to the fatigue of the last hour's activity. It feels like only a few moments pass before she is woken by the first few rays of soft light as the day dawns upon the world, the sun half-hidden beneath a cover of clouds. Few people are up and about at this hour, but she can already hear the distant calls as people awaken from their beds and begin a new day going through the motions of living.<br/><br/>Now it's up to her where to continue next; she knows a few contacts within the city where she might begin her search, though it would take a few hours to reach them. The streets are still a little slick with last night's rain, but it is quickly drying out as evaporation takes its course, and it looks as though the day will be another sweltering one once the sun pierces the cloud cover. She spots a small satchel with a mix of gold, silver, and copper coins within it next to the body that she misplaced when cutting the clothes last night, though only enough for a traveler or someone on an outing.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Anli Revell</div><div class="spoiler_body">Prviate Bustol responds with a sheepish smile of his own while still in salute, his face turning a little red and his expression changing to one of embarrassment as Sergeant Wick shoots him a dirty look.<br/><br/>Once within the cells Wick looks at Anli carefully, noting her reaction before nodding. "I take it that's him," he says with a sigh, putting a fat arm around Anli and guiding her out of the cell. "Mr. Varus had a few things--in his will, he mentioned you, and that's how we were able to find you. There are a few things of his that we've been through, though nothing that indicates who his killer might be." He sighs softly before looking at her. "Do you have any idea who might have done it?" he asks, looking at her carefully once more. Once she responds he nods regardless of her answer, and says, "On the morrow we will escort you to his premises and you'll be getting what he's left you. We've got a few cots here that you can borrow for the night, or I can have the Private escort you back to your home."<br/><br/>The old sergeant sighs and takes out a small handkerchief from a pocket, wiping his sweating face with it as he looks to Anli for her response.</div></div>