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The voices grew louder and louder as Ramon approached. Being a katta, he possessed some natural affinity for silent steps but without training it was almost a mute improvement. The air seemed to lick at the fur with its sea salt as the shore patrol member pressed on, and it was very hard to see without the moon as a light. The voices were getting clearer as Ramon approached to what he thought was the direction of the sounds. And then, suddenly the katta's footing slipped a little. Not enough to make him fall no, just a small mistep on something slick...something like a puddle. Closer inspection would show this puddle being a little sticky, and should any of the minuscule light reflect off Ramons cutlass, a little red.
Blood, as clear as anything there was a puddle of blood here.
And the trial continued to where the two men were talking quickly. Around the corner only about 20 feet away Ramon could see them barely outlined in the darkening. Two men, human maybe, dragged what appeared to be a body along the cobblestone streets. The two were struggling with the body as it was very big, and likely very heavy. The deceased shell could only belong to either a giant or a very large orc, as huge as it was. From this distance Ramons ears could pick up on the conversation between the two.
The first voice was very young and a little slurred, probably from drinking. "All I'm sayin' is why shoullld we be the ones doing all the hard work? I'm a pirate for feth sake!, not some scully boy doing errrrands for not. The sea is my mistress, and it does no good to be away from your lady at length!" The other man laughed a little, and from this distance made some handsign although it was too dark to actually see it clearly.
The second voice was rougher, probably belonging to an older person. "Listen. Think for a moment. The captain says we need a place to resupply the ships right? You going to resupply at sea? We need a staging area, thats these docks you dolt. Now, the waterfront isn't only a couple blocks away, put your back into it. I don't want to be dragging this sap around all darkening. Bad enough some of his blood got on my new pants." The man sighed and continued. "However all is not lost perhaps...If I have any luck, mayhap that little crumpet Alisisa is working the boarding house tonight."
So, it was murder. The only question was would Ramon involve himself? For even at this distance he could barely see the soft glints of metal arms hanging from the killers belts. From here, peeking around the corner, Ramon was safe.
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