Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150722184854/@comment-5583506-20150804121552

Alador1666 wrote: "Yeah, so I'm just going to continue looking, if you don't mind..." Scav said, rather annoyed that his investigating was briefly interrupted.

"Hey, Fabricius, take a look at this." He said, gesturing with his head at Fabricius while pointing at the book.

"This thing's been picked out recently.. and I don't remember that being like that yesterday, if you want to know." He added, as he grabbed the book and slowly flicked through its pages.

Scav was a quick reader and could easily read many pages in a short amount of time as fast as possible. He would also take some notes in his own diary on the desk while reading through it, and copy the things he deemed the most interesting - like sentences, dates, references, important notes, etc.

"I think we found something. Not stolen, but still - the contents of it were most likely read by our trespasser here. Or maybe we'll have to check with the guards if noone happened to be abit more curious after the alchemist's doings." The book seemed to be a notebook, a holder containing the information regarding Cordius' unfinished project. The last note was of the most importance, since it revealed the identity of one of Cordius' accomplices; ''This formula requires more of the imp gall of western Cyrodiil, yet my storage is out. Have to remind myself to send a message to Selebrand in Chorrol for more...''

It would appear that Cordius' message had either been unsent, unnoticed... or ignored...

Anhjari looked at Astien with pleading eyes, as if she begged him not to be forced to enter the building. But she knew that cowardice was a trait unheard of within the Investigators. Either she went in there, quivering like an aspen leaf, or else she could just as well quit the force.

"O-okay then..." she shuddered and began to slowly walk towards the house.

Judging by the exterior no lights had been lit in the windows for a very long time. Whoever this S was, he clearly wasn't living here anymore, or perhaps he just didn't like visitors... especially not visitors. She felt as if they committed a mistake by coming here. There was something in the air... something foul... She couldn't exactly explain it, but for some reason she felt it as if they were in for a big surprise. And not the good kind.

''I fail to see the connection in this case so far, but it feels as if we are way in over our heads on this one. Some cases are better off unsolved...''

She approached the front door. The glass windows on it was dirty and made it impossible for her to see anything inside. The handle was carved into a snarling dog's head, another clear sign that whoever either lived or had lived here wasn't the popular kind of alchemist.

Anhjari knocked on the door three times, almost catching an echo from her own poundings on the other side. There was no response. She knocked again, this time harder. Yet there was no one responding.

"Doesn't look like anyone is home", she said and made no secret of how relieved she was. "What... what do you want to do? We could wait and see if... if someone comes back here, or we could enter in our own fashion?"