<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Anli Revell</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sergeant Wick nods, and once Anli is ready to leave he leads her back upstairs and to a cot. The dim sound of rain lightly tapping against the roof of the watch building somewhere above her is interrupted every few minutes by the sound of distant thunder high above the city. The turbulent storm high above the city might reflect the emotions she feels within her, though only she knows what the events of the night have done to her.<br/><br/>The next morning dawns, and with it the rain ends. After a light breakfast on behalf of the Watch, Private Bustol leads Anli to the late Mr. Varus's late home. It's a proper house amidst the packed city, though an overhang of the buildings on either side have been built atop it to accommodate even more people. The streets themselves are still wet from last night's rain but still almost packed with people moving about on their various errands. People make little room for Bustol despite his uniform, pushing past him with as little regard as they would give any other person.<br/><br/>"Here we are," he says, going beneath the woven rope dyed in bright orange to indicate a crime scene. The inside is just as Anli remembers it, a well-kept and often messy home. The faint smell of mildew and a soft draft waft through corridors as Bustol leads Anli into the study. "There are a few things that were left to you--mostly books, to tell the truth," the young private says, pointing to a stack of books on a table. "To tell the truth, the others and me aren't really big into letters, but I understand that's your business," he shrugs.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">When you look through the books, end your post when opening a red leather-bound book, since I'll have a separate post for that :P</div></div></div></div>