Ghost may know many things, but not everything, that much is obvious. I find myself following a crowd, including my own leader Midas. After my time with Kiara... well. Though I enjoyed it I need a little postcoital stretching of the limbs. Those limbs have taken me off toward whatever it is that everyone is gathered around. What Ghost doesn't know? The latest clue.... I make my way around everyone, and the view is shocking juxtaposed to the beautiful blossoming of birdsong in the Secret Grove. I stand in silence as I stare at the body of what was once perhaps a beautiful specimen of a mare. Now there is blood all around her, and on her horn. I step closer to get a better look, trusting not the chatter of the others present to be my source of information. As I step closer a terrible scent reaches my nostrils and I pin my ears with disgust. Something horribly burnt.... I see now, the flesh of the poor lady is burnt, and what I smell is her burnt body. The poor thing to have suffered such a fate.
I look up at those around me, wondering what they make of it all. Midas, Deimos, Elsa, and many that I don't know are gathered here. I look at their faces, trying to see if anything betrays what is on their minds. Not enough for me to take back to my group of murder solvers. I will have to go back and find Kiara, Ghost, and the one I don't know as well - Vadim. They must hear about this latest clue. I look over the body one last time, taking her appearance down to describe to the others, maybe they know her. And so, I take my leave.
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Rostislav
more than a drunken fool
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