PC: ROBIN

[alldoomnogloom]

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W0 - FRIDAY

[sonorant]

[ robin is going around the village, stopping for everyone she sees. ]

Mr. Gale, how are you faring today? I am sorry your night in the cabin had to end like this.

[alldoomnogloom]

[ oh hello. he's near by the bulletin boards, reading them and then occasionally glancing at the blue staining on the fingertips of his gloves. ]

Ah. Robin. Hello.

[ he doesn't seem like. deep in the depression mines as much as a bit distant and distracted. ]

It's hardly upon you to apologize, of course.

[sonorant]

[ that's understandable on this day where people are found and announced dead. she clocks the blue and is concerned. ]

It may not be my fault, but I am sorry all the same. To see all this.

[ she gestures to the new posters. ]

What happened for you to -

[ she looks at his glove. ]

[alldoomnogloom]

Ah, yes--

[ he'll hold out the hand. there's just a spot of blue liquid on the fingertips. ]

The Refectory was a bit a mess. A struggle, it seems like. Leading up from the cellar, through the main hall, and out of the door to beyond.

[sonorant]

Do you know that is on your hand?

[ she takes a closer look at the blue with a morbid curiosity. ]

It must have been quite the altercation. It points to murder, doesn't it?

[alldoomnogloom]

Yes, I touched it. I was attempting to ascertain what it was, but I'm afraid I find my senses falling a bit short. It smells of chemicals, perhaps.

[ he'll let her look, it's really fine. ]

A table was smashed, and a door hanging off the hinges. Whatever altercation happened was quite the struggle indeed.

[sonorant]

How odd. I didn't think there was anything like that in the refectory unless I missed it?

[ he seems fine even if he was a bit distant and distracted before, but still... ]

Nothing untoward happened to you during your investigation, did it?

[alldoomnogloom]

Magic is at work - did you taste it this morning? I imagine that has much to do with our differing views of the place. Illusions can be quite powerful wielded by the right hands.

[ shaking his head.]

To me? No. I'm quite alright. Yourself ... ?