Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150311002226/@comment-5583506-20150312232305

Sibern bent down beside the corpse and investigated it thoroughly. The body was strangely intact, save for a stabbing to the heart which would have presumably killed him in a matter of minutes.

But the crime was entirely different then from what he had been told about the prostitute. He was starting to question whether it had actually been the same killer.

He rose up and walked over to the desk, looking over the dead man's cryptic writings.

"Lore and legends of Riften, huh?" he said. "You were writing something", he said to the corpse.

He didn't know if it had anything to do with the crime, and neither did he believe it to be. But every little detail counted and so he made a mental note of the papers. A rather disturbing childrens' rhyme could be read on one of the pages concerning some legend named 'The Pale Man'.

"Seems that not only Solitude is full of strange folk", he said. "So... what does a flayed prostitute and a blinded writer have in common?" he asked Kay.