One of Aelius’ dark brows rose at the mention of Elisa. He wondered who she was, how and why Tristan managed to make such an acquaintance. Perhaps, he assumed, it was one of Tristan’s old friend, someone he may have known in passing. This was the young noble’s hometown after all, such was very much a possibility. He didn’t dwell on Elisa though, focusing his attention on Tristan’s words instead; it seemed Tristan’s contact noticed the same thing Aelius’ many had. He ignored the little irrelevant bit about Elisa being single and on the market. If anything, it told the half-blood Tristan maybe didn’t know the girl beforehand after all, that he was looking for entertainment while pursuing knowledge for their investigation. Aelius didn’t seem rhyme or reason to chastise the young noble; he managed to bundle business and pleasure without getting in the way of the former.
The white eyes followed Tristan’s hand down into his pant pocket, where a piece of crumbled paper was produced, the directions to the burned down farmhouse. Taking the paper, he looked over it carefully, taking in the directions and attempting to place them in his memory, match them what he had already seen of the city, which was very little to begin with. He looked up at Tristan’s suggestion, nodding in agreement.
“Coming,” Aelius said softly, trailing after Tristan as they headed towards the entrance of the city.
In time they came upon the farmlands. The twin suns were beginning to wane slowly. Dusk would last for quite some time, the twin suns not willing to part with their reign over the skies in order to make way for nightfall and eventually the moon and its stars. Aelius saw this as an advantage, knowing the light of day would aid in their search and would make them appear less threatening to any farm-folk they may encounter. Though, it wasn’t as if they were intimidating to begin with. One of them was a fairly kind-looking and charming noble while the other was a tall yet thin half-Eidisi who looked more human than Eidisi. His purely alabaster eyes may have been a deterrent but he was sure Tristan would counter act that with his charm.
The farmhouse came up in the distance as they tread on the edge of one of the farm roads. To their flanks were fields filled with crops approaching harvest. In the time following Saun, harvest would come and the fields would be reaped.
“There,” Aelius said, pointing ahead towards the charred husk of what was a farmhouse. The ruin was large, denoting its importance to the region. The silos near the house were untouched, however the barn was blackened as well.
As the two detectives pushed forwards towards the farmhouse they could see the wooden gate boundary separating the fields from the plot of land the house, barn, and silos were on. The land was mostly barren of grass at this point, the great flame that embroiled the house and barn giving off too much heat for grass to survive. The points directly around the burned down buildings were also smoldered. The once greenish-yellow grass was black, the wooden barn’s roasted walls nothing but ashes on the ground. The barn towards the back of the plot has collapsed and the animals inside, husks of burnt meat on the ground.
The smell was reminiscent of burning wood and metal. There was a subtle pungent aroma of burned flesh, too. These smells were emanating from the dead cattle, chickens, and pigs. With a cursory glance Aelius couldn’t see any human remains amongst the ruins. Though, he didn’t hear of any human casualties from his sources interviewed earlier.
“I think we should start our investigation here,” he said to Tristan as they came upon the fence at the start of the property. “Maybe we can see if anything here and then go talk to that neighbor who scared off the theif.” He looked at Tristan, stopping before the fence’s gate. “How’s that sound?”
The white eyes followed Tristan’s hand down into his pant pocket, where a piece of crumbled paper was produced, the directions to the burned down farmhouse. Taking the paper, he looked over it carefully, taking in the directions and attempting to place them in his memory, match them what he had already seen of the city, which was very little to begin with. He looked up at Tristan’s suggestion, nodding in agreement.
“Coming,” Aelius said softly, trailing after Tristan as they headed towards the entrance of the city.
In time they came upon the farmlands. The twin suns were beginning to wane slowly. Dusk would last for quite some time, the twin suns not willing to part with their reign over the skies in order to make way for nightfall and eventually the moon and its stars. Aelius saw this as an advantage, knowing the light of day would aid in their search and would make them appear less threatening to any farm-folk they may encounter. Though, it wasn’t as if they were intimidating to begin with. One of them was a fairly kind-looking and charming noble while the other was a tall yet thin half-Eidisi who looked more human than Eidisi. His purely alabaster eyes may have been a deterrent but he was sure Tristan would counter act that with his charm.
The farmhouse came up in the distance as they tread on the edge of one of the farm roads. To their flanks were fields filled with crops approaching harvest. In the time following Saun, harvest would come and the fields would be reaped.
“There,” Aelius said, pointing ahead towards the charred husk of what was a farmhouse. The ruin was large, denoting its importance to the region. The silos near the house were untouched, however the barn was blackened as well.
As the two detectives pushed forwards towards the farmhouse they could see the wooden gate boundary separating the fields from the plot of land the house, barn, and silos were on. The land was mostly barren of grass at this point, the great flame that embroiled the house and barn giving off too much heat for grass to survive. The points directly around the burned down buildings were also smoldered. The once greenish-yellow grass was black, the wooden barn’s roasted walls nothing but ashes on the ground. The barn towards the back of the plot has collapsed and the animals inside, husks of burnt meat on the ground.
The smell was reminiscent of burning wood and metal. There was a subtle pungent aroma of burned flesh, too. These smells were emanating from the dead cattle, chickens, and pigs. With a cursory glance Aelius couldn’t see any human remains amongst the ruins. Though, he didn’t hear of any human casualties from his sources interviewed earlier.
“I think we should start our investigation here,” he said to Tristan as they came upon the fence at the start of the property. “Maybe we can see if anything here and then go talk to that neighbor who scared off the theif.” He looked at Tristan, stopping before the fence’s gate. “How’s that sound?”
