For the record

JP between Winteroak and Bandorchu
Stoneshade Keep

Alexis’ inquiries at the keep led her to be directed to one Sergeant Carver.
So far, the mercenary’s investment with the investigation had been met with surprising support, she could only hope that the Sergeant would be no exception.

The woman was lean, with a tough visage and short grey hair. Alexis looked at her tabard remembering that soon she too could be wearing the sigil of a Sargeant.

"What can I help ya with, Greyriver?" She asked as you stopped her in the keep’s courtyard.

Alexis greeted her with a salute.

“Sergeant. If you can make some time, I’d have some questions connected to the case Hendrik was investigating.”

The woman nodded. "If ya can talk and walk. Busy." And she marched away.
Waiting for Alexis to follow.

“Thank you, Mam.”

Alexis joined her right away.
She had no desire to keep Carver from her duties, so she tried to be brief.

“There seems to be a possibility that those murders are no isolated event. Are their per chance records that I could check for accumulations of missing people and the like over the course of time in Ostiarium?”

"Records?" She had a small burst of laughter. Short and surprised but not offensive. "Most people in the city don't know them letters or numbers..Guards are the same. Thick headed bunch." She looked at Alexis. "I'm already missing Hendrik and it's been two days only..."

"You want records you talk to the Knights. Maybe your pal Zane.." she winked at the future sargeant. "anything else? I have a couple of cells full of drunks."

Alexis nodded. She should have expected as much.
She gave a half smile at the teasing.

“One last thing. How long have you been here, Sergeant? Anything that stood out to you in your time here?“

"Second year settler. Year more for my parcel of land." She thought for a second on the question. "Half the the population looks and acts like them killed someone before." She replied without blinking. "Another half here running from shady past. And we in the middle Greyriver. Down a creek without an oar."

True that.

“Thank you for your time, Sergeant.”

She saluted again and took her leave while pondering her suggestion.

Coming to a decision, she allowed herself a long-suffering sigh.
Apparently, she hadn’t seen enough of her esteemed commander already, despite her wishes for the contrary.

So she set herself on the by now well known way to his office.