Bloody Mess

Ostiarium

Sir Zane surveyed the scene in front of him. Dozens of poisoned people layed dead in pools of vomit, blood and waste. Dozens more were still skin and the groans of the ones not moved to Apothecaries filled the small hall.

The Knight of Salos approached the head table looking at the body of Wim Reise, his bride and his father in-law. The young noble had finally met his end, his luck had finally run out. The young man's vacant eyes stared up at the ceiling, his blade at his side.

This was the largest crime the settlement had experienced and he had to deal with. Thoughts raced through his mind on why such a crime had been committed.

Could the assassination been ordered by Wim's father disappointed with his second son choice of wife? Had it been to much for the old man to see him marry a commoner? Could it have been a rival of Master Sadir who's interests and influence had grown quite considerably in Ostiarium.

The old soldier looked at the bride to be. Dead, on what could have been the happiest day of her young life.
Her father whose face was red and blue turning black in some parts, had no surviving heirs, which meant the Duke would likely take over all of tye families holdings and businesses. A very good motive for the scene at the Hall, but one he knew better than to share with anyone.

"Sargent Carver." He called the grizzly old soldier. "Double the patrols in the city and the number of guards on the streets.' he ordered. "Look for anyone looking out of place. Anyone new to the city. Anyone that might arrived with the last ships."

"Should we put a curfew in place?" She asked more as a suggestion.

Sir Zane shook his head.

"Not yet. Let us see if this is ab isolated incident or part of something larger."

Carver saluted and turned on ger heels. She didn't like that sound of that.