Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150708222546/@comment-24736819-20150717040404

"What? Just...what?", the breton shook his head trying to compreheend what Fabricius was saying.

"Someone who is only the age of internal organs? Scratch that thought of your head, mr. Lex. Instead, let's rely on science to tell us what happened, yes?"

Viktor cracked his knuckles and started measuring the wounds. First he checked the fact that there were two different kinds of teeth in the same set.

''Hmm, mr. Lex might be right...some werewolf-human stuck in mid tranformation and with some odd anomalies? Hmm, no I don't think so. While werewolfs are a good guess, those are more similar to hounds' teeth rather than wolves...and those claws.''

He approached unhealthily close to the claw marks, stucking one of his own medical tools in there to check the depth.

''Too long, not wolvish at all. Far away from being of daedric origins either... Perhaps some weresaber? Nah, that's just my inventive mind playing tricks on me...there are no such things as weresabers and those are definitely not saber cat afflicted wounds. Gods fucking damnit! What are those things?!''

By that time, the coroners in the room and Fabricius saw Viktor working on the autopsy and several times they saw him stopping and pondering on what could've caused that...apparently, he didn't knew either.

Once he took a good look at the organs, it seemed that something clicked into his mind.

"Mr. Lex, lend me a hand here, will you?", he pointed to one of his bags, the one from where he took the alchemical ingredients to make the coating of his hands.

"Could you grab the two following things in there: the Hagraven' powdered brains and the spriggan' fluid.", he paused for one second, "Oh, grab the blue-labeled mead as well, please."