4

"This is old Edgar's tent." Chief Ambers

pointed at it once they were about 4

meters close to it. Delion Catell the

second has requested to see both crime

scenes in order to shed more light

upon this mystery. "I'm surprised your

villagers didn't ransack his tent." Feeling

rather offended, since she is in charge

of this place, Ambers couldn't resist to

state how her people really are or at

least how she thinks they are. "No one

here would go low enough to rob a dead

old man's things, my people don't have

much but wouldn't do this!" Knowing

what he is talking about, instead of just

trying to offend her Delion decides to

add. "They wouldn't steal anything but

somehow two people got murdered

close to each other time-wise?" Ambers

remained speechless on that topic, but

knew what to ask towards another, "So

you are sure these are murders?" "No."

He cites directly and opened the tent

to examine its contents. Delion sighed

in dissatisfaction and murmured. "Just

when I thought that I got the smell of

dead corpses out of my nose." He is

obviously complaining even after the

agreed reward but Ambers just glanced

behind him and felt genuinely happy.

Sure Delion has an attitude worse than

a wild boar but at least he knows what

to do here. Isn't that the most important

thing? "There are signs of struggle here,

its not a surprise that you missed them."

Delion specified and could practically

sense Ambers rolling her eyes behind

him. "Can you tell me in detail?" She

demands, still standing behind him and

not poking her head in. "Come take a

look." He requests and refused to budge

on the side. Ambers tried to stick her

head in the tent with the limited space

given but still couldn't manage to get

a proper view so she put her hand on

his shoulder and stretched in more.

Losing balance due to being far out

stretched, she started falling in her

side and thanks to instinct she clung

on Delion's shoulder. He has a tight

footing on the ground, but not enough

to stand in place after a 6.4 foot tall

woman drags him down. He ended up

over the town's chief, laying on his belly

while she's laying on her back. It is fair

to say that even after considering the

size differences, their noses managed

to touch. Now from any outsider who

might be passing by, this scene can be

easily misunderstood especially if the

normalized common sense is involved.

Ambers is 35 years old, Delion is 39 and

both of them are alone and single. Most

would think that they just have needs

and are getting at it. Unfortunate enough

an old man with a cane was walking by.

Taking one careful step after the other,

he noticed the commotion on the tent.

He saw how both the chief and Delion

made a huge panic trying to get out of

the tent and finally making it out. The

old man raised his other hand, and with

a mildly loud but obviously old tone he

shouts: "You aren't doing either tasks

right!" Afterwards he calmly walks

away, as if he didn't further embarrass

the investigators, "Great! Now we lost

all evidence!" Delion complained as he

raised his arms on the air with enough

anger that he almost accidentally

smacked chief Ambers. "How can you

be that clumsy? Now the village will

think that we got horny in a dead man's

tent!" "Oh relax." She assures with a

calm wave, having it extremely hard

to hold in her laughter but managing

to do it anyway. "The only thing old

Bill talks about is his body problems

and the War of 1212."... "Interesting."

Delion murmured within himself,

gazing upon Daril's death bed. "Found

anything interesting?" Chief Ambers

queries, she has been observing Delion

for about 20 minutes. "Take another look

at this, maybe try from the other side

of the bed." He directed her, obviously

not wanting her to tip over again. The

last thing he needs is people thinking

that these two got at it in a dead man's

death bed, again. "Do you see the fur

sheet here? It sinks down more than it

is supposed too, right in the buttocks

area." He specifies, removing the sheet

after remembering the ends and dents to

each detail. "There is even a hole pushed

through here, this is not how normal

people sleep." "Are you saying that he

got... a companion last night? That can't

be it because he has been suffering once

losing his wife." Of course thanks to the

previous situation, that's the first thing

Ambers thought off. "He possibly got

a lover here, because if this hole was

here before he went to bed, he wouldn't

feel comfortable enough to sleep on it.

At least I wouldn't." He specifies once

more, describing human behaviour in

exact detail, it can be well determined

that he is skilled with this craft. But

one thing doesn't really add up, he

murmurs it. "Why would a lover kill him

though?" And afterwards asks Ambers

if she saw or knows anything. "Did Daril

have any enemies, or did any rumour

about a lover spread?" "He doesn't have

either of those, I would know about

it eventually. This town only has 200

people, well now 198." She became sad

all of a sudden now once recalling this

minor population drop. "My point is the

word gets around quick. Trying to link

everything together, he placed the fur

bed sheet at its original position again:

and saw everything fall back to place

almost exactly how it used to be. "If it

wasn't a lover, it could have been an

enemy or both really" "How could it be

both?" She puzzles, confused. I mean if

it was to steal one's wealth then it would

be understandable. But Daril was as

poor as it gets. "Here, very close to the

pillow you can see that a smaller hole

still stands there even after removing

and placing back the sheet. Trying to

make it as simple as possible so Ambers

can understand, he explains. "Someone

had his or her hands around Daril's

neck."

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