Rely on the little bell for warning.

"Have you had dealings with Master Sanza, Goriel Sanza? It seems he might want regular supplies."

Lunch is laid out on the kitchen table and Guilliame asks his question as the two sit down to eat.

"No," replies Granny after finishing chewing on a piece of crust. "That is not a name I know. Did he buy those two pots of salve?"

"Yes. He said he wanted more. He does work on teeth, so can't use things that can't be swallowed."

"Hmmm," muses Granny in reply. "It is not hard to make. The problem is I have no willow bark. When Sam is here this afternoon I will try to get to the market and see if any has come in... It is a bit strange that it hasn't been available recently."

[OOC: Please make a Nature check for Guilliame.] 

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[OOC: Guilliame would know that while willows like to be near the water they don't grow on the banks of the Lyr River near the city because the water is too brackish. However, Guilliame has seen willows recently. There is a freshwater pond in the quiet meditation area of the School of Occult Studies that has a number of willow trees bordering it.]

"I can possibly get some bark from some trees at the school. How much is required?"

"It makes sense that they would have some," Granny says nodding sagely. Then she holds out a cupped hand and adds, "When I make up a batch of the tincture, I use about six handfuls of bark. That is normally enough to make two dozen pots of salve at the normal strength... Recently, the bark I have been using has been taken from smaller green shoots, but it does not seem to affect the quality of the salve."

"Are you sure they will let you take some?" she then asks. "I do not want you to get into any trouble."

[OOC: Guilliame would be aware of the 'tincture' Granny mentioned. She uses the same pot every time and he would also be aware that the process of making the tincture takes at least ten days and requires the pot to be shaken every now and then to get the willow bark essence out of the bark. The tincture pot is normally kept in the workshop.]

"I will ask first. I don't want to bite the hand that might end up feeding me."

"Good," says Granny, getting to her feet. "Do you want another cup of char..."

[OOC: Unless you want Guilliame to talk to Granny more, we can now assume that lunch is over and it is time for him to head off to his meeting with the sheriff. What do you want him to take with him?]

Take all the evidence and the components for the Identify spell. Not the broadsword.

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Take all the evidence and the components for the Identify spell. Not the broadsword.

[OOC: Is he wearing his armour and his armband?]

OOC Am I right in thinking there will be time to come back and see Master Fini before starting the shift?

Armband but not armband.

[OOC: I presume you mean 'Armband but not armour' above. And, depending on what happens, there should be plenty of time between seeing the sheriff and meeting Master Fini and then going to start your shift for the night.]

After finishing lunch and transferring his official armband over to his normal clothes, Guilliame picks up his component pouch, spellbook and the evidence he was left with and heads towards the Sheriff's Office.

The eighth candle from morning still has yet to be called by the time he reaches the Sheriff's Office and so he finds himself with some time to wait before his appointment with the sheriff.

Taking a seat, it is not long before the clerk behind the desk finishes what he is doing and notices Guilliame. The man smiles and says, "Magus de Marchant, the sheriff is now in attendance and is free at the moment. If you would like to follow me, I will take you to him."

The clerk shows him into the area of the building behind the counter and Guilliame is led up a staircase and along a corridor to the door at the end where the clerk knocks politely. When they are told to enter, Guilliame is shown into the Sheriff's personal office where Sheriff Tambor is busy at his desk.

"Magus de Marchant is here, Sheriff," says the clerk as he exits.

"Ahh, Guilliame," says the sheriff, "take a seat, I will not be long."

As the sheriff goes back to his task, Guilliame takes a seat and looks around the room. 

[OOC: Please make a Perception check and let me know if Guilliame also wants to use his mage sight.]

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Won't use magesight at this stage.

[OOC: Background Information Reminder: Sheriff Tambor, is also the tax warden for the Scholar's Ward and from one of the noble houses of Sorenden.]

The sheriff's office only has the one door but has two windows that are paned with large sheets of transparent glass (and therefore are very expensive). These windows are behind the sheriff's desk and Guilliame can see that, while they let in some natural light, they don't have a very good view as they seem only to look out onto some neighbouring buildings.

The office is decorated with high quality furniture that looks to have been chosen more for function than appearance. There are also many books arranged in stacks and lying out as though they are in regular use. The titles of most of the books are in Sorendenese and their subjects tend to be mainly history, religion and politics. However, there are other books in another language, one that Guilliame doesn't recognise. In one corner there is an armour stand on which is suspended the set of armour Guilliame remembers the sheriff wearing last night. Next to the stand there is a scimitar, shield and a crossbow and a case of crossbow bolts.

Switching his attention to the sheriff's desk, Guilliame notices that along with the document he is reading there is an expensive-looking ink pen and ink pot and within easy reach there is a small cup and a bronze caf pot, from which the smell of that beverage is coming. There is also an ornamental lamp that is burning somewhat needlessly but without smoke.

The sheriff looks up and, stifling a yawn, asks, "Caf? Last night was a very long night."

"Caf would be excellent, thank you. Did much happen after I turned in last night?"

"Yes," replies the sheriff curtly as he gets to his feet and fetches another cup off a sideboard. "Things did not go very well for us. Your young witness got spooked by something while we were transferring him to somewhere safer and he fled custody. I have people looking for him, but I suspect he has head off to the main island so he is closer to home where I do not have jurisdiction."

Pouring the caf into the cup he continues, "... At the same time there was an incident involving a night soil cart in the access road behind this building. Fortunately, these windows are keeping the odour out, which makes them well worth their expense to my mind."

Putting down the pot, he picks up the cup. "The Seekers have now taken control of Brassman's residence and are confiscating most of the evidence in the cellar, I believe. Which would make it hard for us to find his murderer, but I have been told that their magick's might be able to find out the killer for us, which I will believe when I see it."

Stepping around the desk, the sheriff passes Guilliame the small cup. "I am afraid I do not add anything to my caf, I hope you like it that way as well."

"That would be perfect."

"I have done an Identify spell on the knife already. 

It belongs to Koshaba Jacoub and that this was his everyday work knife...

There is violence in the recent history of the knife and that the blood upon the blade is not that of the owner, but whose that blood might be I can't tell.

I have the components for the Identify spell if you have other evidence."

"Knife?" queries Sheriff Tambor, stepping back. "I saw a knife on the ground next to Jacoub's body, is that the one you are talking about? I did not know that you had taken it."