Joren looks surprised. "Apologies - were we telling them we would go inspect the dead assassins in the morning? Not going right now? Sorry, I was misunderstanding that. As for imminent danger, getting hard to say these days what might be posing a danger. Corpses left alone in the night..."
He stands there for a moment longer, feeling as if he is shirking his duty and promise, somehow. Then turns around and volunteers to take first watch.
As night falls there are no rowdy noises from the cellar, the mere turning of pages, scribbling of notes and grunts of frustration and dissatisfaction followed by the click of a lens sliding into place over a set of goggles.
Vilus does not return until morning has broken.
At which time he lays some things out. "Ashley, I dunno if you even fully understand what you've done to Marigold. It's... Weird.
She's going to get better every day, but only slightly, her limbs are gonna be replaced with branches and stuff, but it might take a week for her to be able to answer our questions. That is unless we can find someone who can heal her properly, from what I gathered I don't think a minor heling spell or a healing potion will bring her to the point of being able to tell us what we want to know. We need to find a cleric with a bit of power.
I was also researching through this god tongue book, the one used by the cultists. I've got a better feel for the language now but I was going to try tattooing something on marigold that would force only truths from her... after finding nothing, I remembered that not-Jon did not lie to us, it was like a point of pride for him... My thoughts are that if Marigold is similar then it will only be lies of omission that we will have to watch out for under interrogation...
Anyway how did you all sleep? My spy network is gone, which means they either needed to report back, or my organisation has cannibalised itself and we will have people chasing me with a noose before too long, I thought you guys should know."
Ashley cocks her head to one side as she listens to Vilus. "How do you know this? I just had a notion, a very strong one that those seeds would help heal. So I figured it was as good a shot as any. So basically it is keeping her alive for the most part."
She cups her chin in her palm, thinking. "I don't think we want to wait to see what these branches and twigs will make out of her, even if it would be cool to witness, we need answers now with Razmus coming. Should we head out and try and find a cleric to bring back?"
As he asks after her, she smiles, "Honestly? Pretty good. I was exhausted after all that and just slept like a stone. Your spy network is gone.. that can't be a good thing. Thanks for giving us the heads up, we'll be on the lookout."
"I was able to identify them before these goggles reset their magic for the day" Vilus says wiggling his goggles of object reading around. "I may be wrong about them, the organisation. But if I'm right then I suppose it'll paint no bigger target on my back If I were to show you some of their ways. Though it might paint a target on you all too, so it's up to you if you want to benefit from that..."
Joren stays up the first two hours of his watch, unable to shake the nagging feeling that he is confused about... something. Or shirking some duty.
Thankfully, improbably, he sleeps a restful, dreamless sleep. Awakening early to don his gear and proceed outside for a lengthy bout of calisthenics and drills with his Dunamis Blade. Hoping to put the horrors of the past few days behind him, finding strength in the sweat and discipline of his routine.
Samir awakes early in the morning, and silently takes himself into the backroom. Alone with the door closed, he sets himself to puzzling through some combinations of magical esoterica and half-baked fragments of formulae that seemed to have inserted themselves into his mind over night. The product of an over stimulated, over exhausted day of fighting evil, or a gift from the Blue Lady? Regardless of the source of his minor revelations, the scholarly half-orc manages to put them together into a pattern and design that seems like workable magical conjuration. Refreshed in mind, if less so in body, he eventually joins the others in the front room as Vilus is discussing Marigold's predicament. Leaning against the wall, Samir rubs the lenses of his spectacles clean with the hem of his shirt as he speaks.
"Well, if she is unable to communicate with us physically, and we cannot wait for her to be healed - with which I agree - perhaps her mind is intact enough to speak with? I have no skill in the area of such magic myself, or I would volunteer to attempt contact."
Vilus loudly strikes his palm against his forehead, in frustrated dumbassery as the realisation of what Samir says shocks him "admittedly I never thought to use my telepathy on her, it completely slipped my mind, though I suppose there's nothing to compel her to answer me... I should have at least tried... Gods, I'm up all night just wasting time."
As the group slowly collects, Vilus shifts uncomfortably, "well it sounds like we go see these councillors and find a decent cleric on the way back. Has anyone heard from Marion this morning? I was thinking of asking her to guard Marigold whilst we are gone, it is up to her of course... but I think she needs rest, I don't want to take her out into possible active combat when she's so used to relying upon her magic but can't any more..."
"Talking about me?"Marion comes down from upstairs, walking slowly, but unassisted. "I thought a lot about it last night. I still need a few more days of rest, but if my magic hasn't come back... I should return to my order. It may afford me an opportunity to reconnect with the Blue Lady, but at the very least, I must share what I have learned. Perhaps they can mobilize to provide assistance in whatever comes next."
Vilus gives Marion a nod and connects with her mind if he can, privately giving her words of encouragement. "You can still swing a sword like the best of them, if you can keep watch over marigold for a day I'd appreciate it no end. We will get to the bottom of this, I hope your magic returns before then."
Malachi yawns and stretches as he joins the others the next morning. He gives Vilus a sideways glance as he talks about his organization “If I recall correctly, they were hunting you down even before we arrived in the city.” He turns to Samir “Interesting observation. I am willing to try, but perhaps it should wait until after we investigate the council chambers. Joren has been patient, I would hate to make him wait any longer. Dead cultists' bodies should not go wandering off into the night on their own, but I guess we have seen stranger things recently. And maybe we can bring back a cleric.” He gives Ashley a smile and a nod at her suggestion, then gets ready to go and grabs his bag.
Ashley looks at Marion, a bit concerned, "It hasn't come back yet? That is strange. But whatever you need, we're here for you. Well, maybe not physically at the moment, gotta go help the councilors. They seem a bit lost if you ask me!"
She returns Mal's smile and grabs her bag, heading out the door to follow Joren.
Marion smiles wanly, and heads downstairs to stand vigil over what remains of the one called Marigold.
As the group make their way through the twisted empty streets of the lower district, they notice eyes on them from windows from time to time. A woman looking up from her knitting to watch their passing, a child waving at them through the glass before being called away by a parent, a brooding man with an inscrutable expression whose eyes never leave them until he is out of sight. Finally, the group arrives at the council hall, legs sore from the uphill trek after a series of busy days. Two city guards meet them outside.
"Good, you are here. Come this way. We've been keeping guard over the entrances in case anyone tries to get in, or... out." He is clearly uncomfortable, not knowing what exactly is going on or might happen.
The pair leads everyone through familiar hallways to the stairwell in the east wing. Up they go, to the third level. A large set of double doors with another set of guards leads into an ornately furnished room featuring a large oval table. There are clear signs of struggle here. Candelabras knocked over, chairs overturned, and of course the bodies. A lot of bodies, with throats slit, or with daggers protruding from vulnerable spots on their torsos. Vilus sees familiar faces among the dead. Councilors that had been alive and well just days before, including the one Jean-Lou had worked with to root out the cultists.
Speaking of cultists, There are four hooded bodies around that don't belong to any of the councilors.
"Be careful in there," the guard says, and the other three nod in agreement.
Malachi gasps and covers his mouth as he enters the council room. “Gods, they left the councilor’s bodies here too? This is worse than I expected. I’m sorry, Joren, perhaps we should have come last night.” Ignoring the cultists bodies for now, Malachi scans the room, taking in the big picture and trying to determine what he can from the placement of the bodies and the signs of struggle. He looks for signs of how the cultists entered the room, signs if any escaped, if there was a threat remaining, or any signs councilors that still may be clinging to life. Perception: 18.
Once again, Joren clasps Marion's shoulder on the way out, then goes for the bear hug instead. His voice is quiet. Soldier to soldier.
"Knowing that you are dedicating your life in service to the Blue Lady, I cannot be guessing what you feel. Yet though your magic may be waning, there is no other warrior I would want to go to battle beside. When I was exiled, never was I thinking my path would be joining a group such as this in Cambria to oppose the cult of a strange, dark god. Soon are you returning to your order, and who is to say what is awaiting next."
Joren nods tightly to his companions as they head out, echo summoned and walking 30' ahead. Once confirming with the guard that the four corpses on the balcony are indeed those of the seeming cultist assassins, Joren holds his hand out to request that the party pause at least 30' away.
"If they are truly being dead, I am not seeing any harm in my echo smashing and slicing them up a bit further from a distance, are you? After stumbling upon too many booby traps left by these villains, I am worrying about hazards at every turn."
He will do so if all are agreed, leaving any masks or other artifacts intact, instead just ensuring that the bodies are well and truly dead, and not undead. He will also try to confirm that all of the other corpses bear no masks and are all known people who would ordinarily belong here.
Ashley doesn't really respond to Joren's request on slashing up the dead, she is too stunned by the view. Turning to the guards, she asks, "The three council members that met us on the ship, where are they? And I am so sorry you have lost so many..." She looks back to the dead, wondering what was to be done now, unsure of their customs.
Vilus is in his human guise once more by the time they reach the guard, he says nothing upon entering the chambers, letting joren do what needs to be done he simply watches from a distance.
Once the cultists are decidedly dead, vilus sets to work searching their bodies.
Joren's echo stalks through the room like the specter of death, plunging the great sword through each cultist's neck. All remains still.
Malachi looks around the space first to find the point of entry. The large stained glass window on one wall is still intact. There are no other obvious entrances besides the double doors. Upon closer inspection, he sees a locking mechanism with splintered wood around it. The outside of the door is a little battered as well. It looks like the door was bashed in by force. But looking at the lay of the bodies and the positions of their wounds, only a few of the councilors look to have had left their chairs. The others were caught unawares, which would be odd of the assassins had been hammering at the door to get in.
All the cultists are lying face down, obscured by their robes and hoods, but definitely dead after Joren's ministrations. The councilors too show no signs of pulse or breathe.
The one guard, staying outside the open door, replies to Ashley, "Well technically two councilors, and the council scribe. Poor woman was unofficially promoted this morning, as someone already privy to the council discussions. They are the only three left, you know. They're all we have to run the country right now. Last I heard, they are still on the boat, with their guards keeping the docks clear."
Vilus finds very little on their bodies. Simply their underclothes, and the signature curved daggers they were fond of using.
Samir finds himself turning away and trying to ignore the sounds of Joren's butchery. The hot taste of something climbs up from his throat and he swallows hard to push it back down. Finally, he turns back to the scene and sighs before adopting the clinical dispassion of a scientist. "Let me check them over, ensure that there is nothing remaining that might be of use for us." He slips a pair of gloves from his bag and dons them, silently promising to throw them out afterwards. He mutters to himself as he approaches the bodies, his gaze sweeping over the scene. The lenses of his spectacles shimmer for a moment as he directs a flow of magic through them that will allow him to take note of any enchantments or lingering spells in the area.
Ashley nods as she gets the response from the guards. "Once my friends are done here, you'll need to properly bury your dead and I would suggest burning the cultists. Please do this as well as clean up this area before your three leaders return. They have an immense weight on their shoulders now then to return to this. Actually, excuse me for a moment."
Seeing that all of the cultist's faces are hidden, she slowly turns them over. Turning back to the guards, "I'm sorry and I know this is going to be hard, but can one of you help me possibly identify any of these? And some.. well, they might be wearing the faces of someone you know."
She will methodically show the face to the guard that is willing to help her, and then if it is a mask, remove it to see if the guard knows the one below.
Samir sweeps his eyes over the scene and picks up no traces of magic. Not even the trace amounts he would expect from Godtongue runes.
When Ashley flips the bodies over, she sees unfamiliar faces underneath. Two of the guards tentatively step inside the room and take a look. After inspecting all of them, they shake their heads. "You could ask the two guards who were in here when it happened. They were the ones who cut down the assassins. By the time we broke down the door, it was already finished."
(Everyone can give me a medicine check with the bodies now flipped over)
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Joren looks surprised. "Apologies - were we telling them we would go inspect the dead assassins in the morning? Not going right now? Sorry, I was misunderstanding that. As for imminent danger, getting hard to say these days what might be posing a danger. Corpses left alone in the night..."
He stands there for a moment longer, feeling as if he is shirking his duty and promise, somehow. Then turns around and volunteers to take first watch.
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
As night falls there are no rowdy noises from the cellar, the mere turning of pages, scribbling of notes and grunts of frustration and dissatisfaction followed by the click of a lens sliding into place over a set of goggles.
Vilus does not return until morning has broken.
At which time he lays some things out. "Ashley, I dunno if you even fully understand what you've done to Marigold. It's... Weird.
She's going to get better every day, but only slightly, her limbs are gonna be replaced with branches and stuff, but it might take a week for her to be able to answer our questions. That is unless we can find someone who can heal her properly, from what I gathered I don't think a minor heling spell or a healing potion will bring her to the point of being able to tell us what we want to know. We need to find a cleric with a bit of power.
I was also researching through this god tongue book, the one used by the cultists. I've got a better feel for the language now but I was going to try tattooing something on marigold that would force only truths from her... after finding nothing, I remembered that not-Jon did not lie to us, it was like a point of pride for him... My thoughts are that if Marigold is similar then it will only be lies of omission that we will have to watch out for under interrogation...
Anyway how did you all sleep? My spy network is gone, which means they either needed to report back, or my organisation has cannibalised itself and we will have people chasing me with a noose before too long, I thought you guys should know."
Ashley cocks her head to one side as she listens to Vilus. "How do you know this? I just had a notion, a very strong one that those seeds would help heal. So I figured it was as good a shot as any. So basically it is keeping her alive for the most part."
She cups her chin in her palm, thinking. "I don't think we want to wait to see what these branches and twigs will make out of her, even if it would be cool to witness, we need answers now with Razmus coming. Should we head out and try and find a cleric to bring back?"
As he asks after her, she smiles, "Honestly? Pretty good. I was exhausted after all that and just slept like a stone. Your spy network is gone.. that can't be a good thing. Thanks for giving us the heads up, we'll be on the lookout."
"I was able to identify them before these goggles reset their magic for the day" Vilus says wiggling his goggles of object reading around. "I may be wrong about them, the organisation. But if I'm right then I suppose it'll paint no bigger target on my back If I were to show you some of their ways. Though it might paint a target on you all too, so it's up to you if you want to benefit from that..."
Joren stays up the first two hours of his watch, unable to shake the nagging feeling that he is confused about... something. Or shirking some duty.
Thankfully, improbably, he sleeps a restful, dreamless sleep. Awakening early to don his gear and proceed outside for a lengthy bout of calisthenics and drills with his Dunamis Blade. Hoping to put the horrors of the past few days behind him, finding strength in the sweat and discipline of his routine.
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Samir awakes early in the morning, and silently takes himself into the backroom. Alone with the door closed, he sets himself to puzzling through some combinations of magical esoterica and half-baked fragments of formulae that seemed to have inserted themselves into his mind over night. The product of an over stimulated, over exhausted day of fighting evil, or a gift from the Blue Lady? Regardless of the source of his minor revelations, the scholarly half-orc manages to put them together into a pattern and design that seems like workable magical conjuration. Refreshed in mind, if less so in body, he eventually joins the others in the front room as Vilus is discussing Marigold's predicament. Leaning against the wall, Samir rubs the lenses of his spectacles clean with the hem of his shirt as he speaks.
"Well, if she is unable to communicate with us physically, and we cannot wait for her to be healed - with which I agree - perhaps her mind is intact enough to speak with? I have no skill in the area of such magic myself, or I would volunteer to attempt contact."
Vilus loudly strikes his palm against his forehead, in frustrated dumbassery as the realisation of what Samir says shocks him "admittedly I never thought to use my telepathy on her, it completely slipped my mind, though I suppose there's nothing to compel her to answer me... I should have at least tried... Gods, I'm up all night just wasting time."
As the group slowly collects, Vilus shifts uncomfortably, "well it sounds like we go see these councillors and find a decent cleric on the way back. Has anyone heard from Marion this morning? I was thinking of asking her to guard Marigold whilst we are gone, it is up to her of course... but I think she needs rest, I don't want to take her out into possible active combat when she's so used to relying upon her magic but can't any more..."
"Talking about me?" Marion comes down from upstairs, walking slowly, but unassisted. "I thought a lot about it last night. I still need a few more days of rest, but if my magic hasn't come back... I should return to my order. It may afford me an opportunity to reconnect with the Blue Lady, but at the very least, I must share what I have learned. Perhaps they can mobilize to provide assistance in whatever comes next."
Vilus gives Marion a nod and connects with her mind if he can, privately giving her words of encouragement. "You can still swing a sword like the best of them, if you can keep watch over marigold for a day I'd appreciate it no end. We will get to the bottom of this, I hope your magic returns before then."
Malachi yawns and stretches as he joins the others the next morning. He gives Vilus a sideways glance as he talks about his organization “If I recall correctly, they were hunting you down even before we arrived in the city.” He turns to Samir “Interesting observation. I am willing to try, but perhaps it should wait until after we investigate the council chambers. Joren has been patient, I would hate to make him wait any longer. Dead cultists' bodies should not go wandering off into the night on their own, but I guess we have seen stranger things recently. And maybe we can bring back a cleric.” He gives Ashley a smile and a nod at her suggestion, then gets ready to go and grabs his bag.
Ashley looks at Marion, a bit concerned, "It hasn't come back yet? That is strange. But whatever you need, we're here for you. Well, maybe not physically at the moment, gotta go help the councilors. They seem a bit lost if you ask me!"
She returns Mal's smile and grabs her bag, heading out the door to follow Joren.
Marion smiles wanly, and heads downstairs to stand vigil over what remains of the one called Marigold.
As the group make their way through the twisted empty streets of the lower district, they notice eyes on them from windows from time to time. A woman looking up from her knitting to watch their passing, a child waving at them through the glass before being called away by a parent, a brooding man with an inscrutable expression whose eyes never leave them until he is out of sight. Finally, the group arrives at the council hall, legs sore from the uphill trek after a series of busy days. Two city guards meet them outside.
"Good, you are here. Come this way. We've been keeping guard over the entrances in case anyone tries to get in, or... out." He is clearly uncomfortable, not knowing what exactly is going on or might happen.
The pair leads everyone through familiar hallways to the stairwell in the east wing. Up they go, to the third level. A large set of double doors with another set of guards leads into an ornately furnished room featuring a large oval table. There are clear signs of struggle here. Candelabras knocked over, chairs overturned, and of course the bodies. A lot of bodies, with throats slit, or with daggers protruding from vulnerable spots on their torsos. Vilus sees familiar faces among the dead. Councilors that had been alive and well just days before, including the one Jean-Lou had worked with to root out the cultists.
Speaking of cultists, There are four hooded bodies around that don't belong to any of the councilors.
"Be careful in there," the guard says, and the other three nod in agreement.
Malachi gasps and covers his mouth as he enters the council room. “Gods, they left the councilor’s bodies here too? This is worse than I expected. I’m sorry, Joren, perhaps we should have come last night.” Ignoring the cultists bodies for now, Malachi scans the room, taking in the big picture and trying to determine what he can from the placement of the bodies and the signs of struggle. He looks for signs of how the cultists entered the room, signs if any escaped, if there was a threat remaining, or any signs councilors that still may be clinging to life. Perception: 18.
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Once again, Joren clasps Marion's shoulder on the way out, then goes for the bear hug instead. His voice is quiet. Soldier to soldier.
"Knowing that you are dedicating your life in service to the Blue Lady, I cannot be guessing what you feel. Yet though your magic may be waning, there is no other warrior I would want to go to battle beside. When I was exiled, never was I thinking my path would be joining a group such as this in Cambria to oppose the cult of a strange, dark god. Soon are you returning to your order, and who is to say what is awaiting next."
Joren nods tightly to his companions as they head out, echo summoned and walking 30' ahead. Once confirming with the guard that the four corpses on the balcony are indeed those of the seeming cultist assassins, Joren holds his hand out to request that the party pause at least 30' away.
"If they are truly being dead, I am not seeing any harm in my echo smashing and slicing them up a bit further from a distance, are you? After stumbling upon too many booby traps left by these villains, I am worrying about hazards at every turn."
He will do so if all are agreed, leaving any masks or other artifacts intact, instead just ensuring that the bodies are well and truly dead, and not undead. He will also try to confirm that all of the other corpses bear no masks and are all known people who would ordinarily belong here.
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Ashley doesn't really respond to Joren's request on slashing up the dead, she is too stunned by the view. Turning to the guards, she asks, "The three council members that met us on the ship, where are they? And I am so sorry you have lost so many..." She looks back to the dead, wondering what was to be done now, unsure of their customs.
Vilus is in his human guise once more by the time they reach the guard, he says nothing upon entering the chambers, letting joren do what needs to be done he simply watches from a distance.
Once the cultists are decidedly dead, vilus sets to work searching their bodies.
(Investigation if needed 3)
Joren's echo stalks through the room like the specter of death, plunging the great sword through each cultist's neck. All remains still.
Malachi looks around the space first to find the point of entry. The large stained glass window on one wall is still intact. There are no other obvious entrances besides the double doors. Upon closer inspection, he sees a locking mechanism with splintered wood around it. The outside of the door is a little battered as well. It looks like the door was bashed in by force. But looking at the lay of the bodies and the positions of their wounds, only a few of the councilors look to have had left their chairs. The others were caught unawares, which would be odd of the assassins had been hammering at the door to get in.
All the cultists are lying face down, obscured by their robes and hoods, but definitely dead after Joren's ministrations. The councilors too show no signs of pulse or breathe.
The one guard, staying outside the open door, replies to Ashley, "Well technically two councilors, and the council scribe. Poor woman was unofficially promoted this morning, as someone already privy to the council discussions. They are the only three left, you know. They're all we have to run the country right now. Last I heard, they are still on the boat, with their guards keeping the docks clear."
Vilus finds very little on their bodies. Simply their underclothes, and the signature curved daggers they were fond of using.
Samir finds himself turning away and trying to ignore the sounds of Joren's butchery. The hot taste of something climbs up from his throat and he swallows hard to push it back down. Finally, he turns back to the scene and sighs before adopting the clinical dispassion of a scientist. "Let me check them over, ensure that there is nothing remaining that might be of use for us." He slips a pair of gloves from his bag and dons them, silently promising to throw them out afterwards. He mutters to himself as he approaches the bodies, his gaze sweeping over the scene. The lenses of his spectacles shimmer for a moment as he directs a flow of magic through them that will allow him to take note of any enchantments or lingering spells in the area.
Casting everyone's favorite Detect Magic spell.
Ashley nods as she gets the response from the guards. "Once my friends are done here, you'll need to properly bury your dead and I would suggest burning the cultists. Please do this as well as clean up this area before your three leaders return. They have an immense weight on their shoulders now then to return to this. Actually, excuse me for a moment."
Seeing that all of the cultist's faces are hidden, she slowly turns them over. Turning back to the guards, "I'm sorry and I know this is going to be hard, but can one of you help me possibly identify any of these? And some.. well, they might be wearing the faces of someone you know."
She will methodically show the face to the guard that is willing to help her, and then if it is a mask, remove it to see if the guard knows the one below.
Samir sweeps his eyes over the scene and picks up no traces of magic. Not even the trace amounts he would expect from Godtongue runes.
When Ashley flips the bodies over, she sees unfamiliar faces underneath. Two of the guards tentatively step inside the room and take a look. After inspecting all of them, they shake their heads. "You could ask the two guards who were in here when it happened. They were the ones who cut down the assassins. By the time we broke down the door, it was already finished."
(Everyone can give me a medicine check with the bodies now flipped over)