Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150320000159/@comment-5583506-20150324234412

Sibern sat down on the opposite side of Vincent, observing the man curiously. He reeked of death and putrifaction.

This man could as well have been a corpse himself...

"Are you going to arrest me, Investigator?" asked the Imperial.

''Could it be him? This pathetic excuse of a human being? This defiler of the dead?''

"No", said Sibern. "As long as you come clean and true with me, I intend to look the other way. Catching men digging up graves for paltry treasures are not my area. The City Watch can look into that, if they wish."

Vincent gave a nod in appreciation.

"So, let's start with some questions then, shall we?" asked Sibern. "What do you usually do around midnight?"

The grave robber polished his beard. A crawling bug fell out of it. "I... uhm... dig up... people. Some of them have fine things. Too fine to be rusting in the ground, if you ask me, when they could be sold in order to aid poor bastards like myself."

"Ever seen a Breton girl around the Cemetery?"

Vincent nodded. "Yeah, I did. A pretty one at that. She used to walk by around here at least once or twice a week, usually at night. I tried to stay low. Wouldn't want to scare her away, but somehow I believe she knew I was watching her. How could I not? She was so pretty. Prettier than the people around these parts, if you know what I mean? Haven't seen her around since then however."

It's not him...

"Have you seen anything odd around here recently, Vincent?" asked Sibern.

The grave robber fell mute and the Investigators could tell that he was struck with fear.