Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150311002226/@comment-5543592-20150311224230

(I'm getting a distinct Hannibal the Cannibal and The Wisconsin Cannibal vibe.)

"Sorry, am I hurting her?" Said Geralt dryly. Well, this was disgusting. And definately unnatural. It heavily narrowed down the suspects. It had to done by someone who, one, had a knife capable of skinning and, secondly, knew how to skin someone.

"Did you find a weapon or embaling tool with the body?" Asked Geralt as he moved down, examining the sides of her torso, chest, and arms. He'd heard of something like this, in Windhelm, a while back. A guy named The Butcher murdered women and harvested them for body parts. He ruled in necromancers and Daedra worshippers. He doubted this was done by anyone she knew personally. This wasn't fueled by hate. it seemed much more... surgical.