"It's Rodrik! Rodrik Grath is dead!" Cham calls out, her voice shaking. "I went in to check on him, and he had used his hopeknife on himself. Oh gods. Oh gods!"

"The writer?" Lia asks with a confused frown. "Why would he do that?" She glances to Tine for reassurance, if nothing else. "I was just telling you about the writer last night, how they just put out this book of poetry, which pushed boundries..." Her eyes widen a bit. "Do you think someone did this to him?" She has grabbed Tine's arm by now, clearly a bit distressed. "Someone who didn't like the boundries he was pushing..."

"He's more than just a writer, Lia. He's Captain of the militia. I..." Eira seems caught off guard at the notion of Rodrik being dead.

Is his brother, Kurst, around anywhere? If not, she's going to tell some local guards to get word to him.

Looking around, you do not see Kurst anywhere in the crowd.

"He did it himself, with his hopeknife!" Cham cries. "Oh my gods..."

"Why do you say that?" Lia asks the one saying the man did it himself. "The hope knife is used to end things as a last resort, why do you think he used it for this?" She frowns and loosens her grip on Tine's arms. "Do you think we should look over the scene?" She whispers into Tine's ear. "I am no great investigator, but maybe someone in our little group from last night would be better at it than me..."

Metzger steps up. "I suppose I could examine the scene. I'd probably not do to well, but it's always worth a look." 

Tine just stays silent as the news hits her. When Metzger brings up examining the scene she nods "I can help you if you want."

Metzger nods and asks to be directed to the scene. 

One of the guards holds up a hand. "Thank you for the offer, but we've got this handled. It's a pretty simple case. Poor Rodrik must have been struggling with some demons we didn't know about. It's a damn shame... Why don't you four go get some breakfast? Tine, I think I smelled some of your mom's cooking when I got here."

Eira raises her brow at the guard telling them to go get breakfast. She'll roll an Insight check to get a bearing on whether he seems fishy or not. 

Insight: 5

Regardless of whether or not she notices anything out of the ordinary, she'll grunt and give a nod to the guard. "Aye... we can get some breakfast. Do take care, sir."

As soon as the group has split away, however, she'll move to address them. Probably over breakfast somewhere secluded. Or even walking to just get breakfast. "While I do appreciate a cooked meal, Tine, I think Lia is onto something. Part of me thinks this is something we should look into, even if we have to do it under the militia's noses."

"I could distract the guards if you want." Lia puts in as they walk towards the common room. "I'd not be much help in investigating the room, but might be able to keep the militia from bothering you as you do so." She has her long white-blond hair somewhat tamed by now, and tucks a strand of it behind an ear as she glances over her shoulder.

Eira, the guard seems to be on the level. You aren't on duty, so he's inviting you to go on with your day. The four of you sit down to breakfast downstairs, and Tine's mom (OOC: does she have a name?) brings out eggs, bread, and bacon. She has a forlorn look on her face as she serves you. "Eat up, dears," she says, mostly to Tine and Lia.

Tine smiles and just goes along with the rest to get breakfast. As her mom lays out the food she give a quick "Thanks mom, love you." waiting for her to get far enough away "I could help out Lia, give you two enough time to look around." she says casually looking down at her plate as she cuts up the eggs and place them into her mouth.

"Two are often better than one." Lia says, giving Tine a thankful glance.

"I can't guarantee I'll be able to find anything in particular, but I don't mind searching the room if you can all keep the guard distracted. Hate to go against my own folk, but... something doesn't sit right with me here."

As you finish breakfast, however much you're able to stomach with this morning's news, the guard comes and goes through the inn. At one point, they carry out what can only be Rodrik's body, wrapped up in cloth and carried out on a stretcher. What's the plan?

Tine just looks at the rest of the group "Room or body first?"

Metzger nods. "We should search the room and maybe find clues." 

"Room is fine by me." Lia agrees.

"Agreed for the room. With the guards taking the body elsewhere, should be more freedom for us to get in. Lia, Tine, you two said you wanted to take distraction duty? Then Metzger, you'll be with me going inside the room, unless we have a different plan." Eira nods with an affirmative grunt.