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Malkaer:

Things could be very convoluted, this was true. In the minds of those among the Gray Circle, it seemed to be pretty clear who had been responsible for these things. The truth was easily manipulated, though, and corruptable with lies far too easily. He, out of the many, should know this by now.

"The letter addresses a meeting that was to take place just prior to the King's murder. From all accounts it was a mundane meeting to discuss trade embargos. The best laid plans, however, often go astray. Following the death of the King, a series of flyers went up around the city calling the King's death 'the beginning of the end' and other such phrases. There were a few minor incidents involving lectures on street corners, and then suddenly they all disappeared without a trace. No one seemed to know where they were, where they had gone. In answer, we of the Circle established our restrictions with the thought that such restrictions would ensure both their absence and that we would know the whereabouts of those remaining in the city."

There was a pause, a deviation of thought. "And then, of course, they cropped up in Mystique. At this point we wish to speak to their principals and discover what they know about the murder, if anything."

Laroa:

The male nodded, moving to take a seat across from her as his guard closed the door, sealing them safely away from any prying eyes and ears. "I did. I served as a commander of the guard under him. The last time I saw you, you were much younger." His voice was dry and rustly, though there seemed to be a measure of affection there as he spoke of her and her late father.

"You risk much," he pointed out, leaning forward slightly, "to come here. What is it you want of us?"