In Shade and Shadow

Rodian halted Garrogh with a raised hand. He'd already memorized every aspect of the scene, so what was the young woman looking for?

"Did you find them like this?" she blurted suddenly, but she didn't look up. "Did anyone see what killed them?"

"They were found by Master a'Seatt and one of his scribes," Rodian answered. "And neither saw…"

He never finished, for his answer wouldn't have matched her question.

She hadn't asked who—but rather what—had killed members of her guild. There was something telling in her strange choice of words. In her frantic pawing, was she looking for a cause of death, something she'd expected but hadn't found?

Master a'Seatt stepped yet closer, watching her every move. Imaret remained half-hidden behind him.

"No teeth marks," the small sage whispered.

"Wynn!" a deep voice grated. "That is enough!"

"I put it in their hands," a'Seatt answered. "You have my sympathies."

"What folio?" Rodian asked, for he'd found no such thing in this place.

"Their task," Master a'Seatt answered. "The guild sends us pages of draft work to be copied into final versions. These young men were carrying such back when—"

"Time enough for that later," High-Tower cut in. "Two of ours are dead, and another is beyond herself."

"The pages are missing?" Wynn demanded, and she whipped around, her wild eyes searching the alley floor.

"We do not know what happened yet!" High-Tower growled.

"What more do you need from us?" il'Sänke added. "This is not a place for lengthy discussion."

All of these reactions struck Rodian as bizarre, from the blustering dwarf, to the panic-stricken young woman, to the disturbingly composed sage in blue, who now showed no emotion at all. Behind them stood Pawl a'Seatt, his attention still fixed on young Wynn.

"I will take the bodies for further examination," Rodian answered.

He had many questions, some he hadn't even fully formed as yet. And he wished he had more time to study everyone present. Too many strange reactions had passed too quickly.

"I will arrange interviews at the guild," he added.

"Interviews?" High-Tower echoed. "For what?"

"For a formal inquest. Both victims currently resided at the guild, correct?"

High-Tower opened his mouth as if to argue.

"Yes, come tomorrow morning," Wynn blurted out. "We will expect you."

High-Tower swept her back with one massive arm, and il'Sänke pulled her farther up the alley. A moment of uncomfortable silence followed. But as Wynn back-stepped past Pawl a'Seatt, she cocked her head slightly, looking at him.

The scribe master met her gaze steadily, as if he were the one studying her. Grief-stricken Imaret was still shocked into stillness, except when her eyes flicked nervously up at her employer.

All three sages paused near the alley wall, perhaps waiting to see how the final few moments here played out.

For another breath Rodian watched the scribe master, who passively turned his attention from Wynn as if he'd seen nothing of note.

"I will arrange interviews at your scriptorium as well," Rodian told a'Seatt.

Master a'Seatt glanced his way. "Business will keep me from the shop all day, but Master Teagan will be in. I will not be available until evening."

Rodian frowned but nodded. Hopefully Master a'Seatt fully understood he was connected to a murder investigation.

"At dusk then," he replied.

Pawl a'Seatt began turning away; then he paused. "Captain, I have some things to attend to at my shop. Could you arrange an escort to take Imaret home?"

"Of course," Rodian answered. "Have her wait with one of the constables at the alley's entrance, and I'll see to it directly."

"My thanks."

Pawl a'Seatt reached down to usher Imaret along. She jumped slightly as his fingers slid across her shoulders. She turned, walking close at his side, right past the three sages.

Rodian didn't bother to watch them go. He had too much to deal with this night.

"Lieutenant, have a cart brought in."

Garrogh was staring at the ashen bodies, and Rodian stepped closer.

As officers of the Shyldfälches, they were uniformed much alike, with their contingent's red tabards over clean chain vestments and padded hauberks. But while Garrogh paghtle Garrid only passing attention to his appearance, Rodian was meticulous, with clean hair cropped short and a close-trimmed beard sculpted across his jaw. In Calm Seatt, appearances counted for much—if one were ambitious.

"Lieutenant," Rodian repeated. "The cart?"

Garrogh finally nodded. "Yes, sir."

He was a hardened soldier, late of the regulars, and it bothered Rodian that his second in command was so unsettled by dead sages. Finally Garrogh turned away from the eerie scene.

"Would you like an escort back to the guild?" Rodian asked Domin High-Tower.

The dwarf blinked. "No, we need no escort."

Il'Sänke nodded politely, ushering Wynn out, and all three headed back toward where the turn into the dead end joined the main alley back to the street.

"I'll arrive before noon tomorrow," Rodian called after them, but no one answered.