galvarelli/sarlastory/sarla-looks-at-crime-scene.txt
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The door outside of the Hierarch's office imposed, an intricate tangle of gold and silver around carefully carved wooden panels.
Master Yury was waiting, with Master Clover.
―Are you ready?, Clover asked.
―I'm not sure, Sarla said.
I still don't really know what value I can provide.
―No, putting that aside, are you ready to see the remains?
I expect it to be unpleasant.
Sarla nodded.
―Any information at all is helpful, Yury added, with a kindly smile.
Auroklos insisted you were more likely to be helpful than he would.
Investigating murder is not something any of us has needed to practice.
# Clover sighed.
# ―And Laurence is just waiting for us to make a mistake.
Upon walking in, stepping over a muddy carpet just inside the door, Sarla felt herself shudder on seeing a red smear leading to Rikka's body.
The top half of the former Ennearch of Strength looked pained, with an expression of fear across his face.
Further down, his forelegs were digging into the carpet underneath, as though he died mid-crawl.
His rear legs were missing, or rather had been replaced with dirt, soaked in blood.
The dirt trailed further back as well.
―He was being returned to earth as he crawled, Sarla said, questioningly.
Yury looked patient, but said nothing.
―There are two trails of bloody dirt initially as the magic started on his rear legs, until they merge into a larger trail here, Sarla said, gesturing to the spread.
Until he couldn't keep moving.
And this one.
Sarla followed the dead Ennearch's gaze to the other corpse in the room.
This yak was unfamiliar to Sarla.
He wore a Master's cloak, although of a colour Sarla took a moment to recognise.
―That dark green is Reason?
A Master from the Office of Reason?
There was a chunk of stone protruding from the dead yak's chest.
―Is that marble?
It's been shaped using magic.
Could that be Dwarf magic?
Sarla moved to touch the shard, but Clover barked at her before she could.
―Sorry, just looking, Sarla said, stepping back.
There was dirt across the room, and a clear sign of a struggle in the crumpled carpets and broken floor tiles.
―That patch of mud near the entrance, it's odd, right? Sarla said.
Can I touch it?
Yury nodded.
Sarla probed a corner of the patch with her pencil.
―The tile here is gone.
Marble is a pretty dead stone.
I can't remember how dead, Sarla said trailing off in thought.
Well, I could look it up, but it's quite hard to manipulate.
It's been weathered very quickly, and for such a dead stone that's a lot of power.
Keeping it wet like this takes moisture control as well, and I don't know any Soil mages who have that control.
Sarla paused.
―No offense meant, Master Yury.
―And none taken, Yury said, impassive.
Continue.
―It's the carpet that's most impressive, Sarla said.
Clover and Yury drew closer as Sarla gestured.
―You see these circular swirls.
That's the cotton fibres growing upwards.
And they're torn, like something ripped upwards through them.
Sarla walked back to the yak from Reason.
―Yeah, the ground under him is mud, too.
The shards of stone across the entrance, all from here?
So this is our soil mage.
The soil has come up his hooves, Sarla said, as she knelt closer.
After thinking a moment, Sarla rose.
―So they can't have killed each other, right?
The public announcement is just for show?
Clover looked surprised, but Yury simply nodded once, curtly.
―By the authority of the Council, you will keep any thoughts on this secret to others, Sarla.
Sarla nodded.
―So tell me, young one, what is it you think happened here?