[CLOSED] For the world's more full of weeping,

[faithlikeaseed]

WHO: Sina, Kit, Myr; later: Yngvi, Herian, Kaisa, Nari
WHAT: Something's not right about a warehouse down by the docks...
WHEN: Mid-Kingsway, while the rest of the Inquisition's off playing Hello Kitty Island Adventure
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Warnings for child abuse and abandonment, implied violent death.

There's a warehouse down near the Kirkwall docks with a mystery crouched inside it.

Myr had smelled it first on passing by the place: Decomposing meat, spilled bowels, rotting corpse. Something wrong, even in the bad parts of Kirkwall; something that demands investigation.

He'd left a glyph nearby to remind him of the place, returned the following evening to hunt around for the source of the smell. It wasn't so hard to isolate it to the one particular warehouse, not with the mephitic funk of recent death oozing from the back windows. Lingering long enough to place another marker, he caught the faintest high-pitched wail--and had to flee back to the road to evade the warehouse's inattentive guardian before he could make certain of what he'd heard.

Quiet inquiries made of passers-by didn't serve to unravel the mystery. Not many of them were inclined to speak to an elf--but the scraps he could garner were food for suspicion. It was empty; someone's cousin-or-other had heard it was up for sale; the single guard's posted to keep away squatters; no one knows or cares what had been stored there before.

A tidy story. A dull story. A story that doesn't explain the stench or the sound. Someone needs to dig further into it; how convenient that someone's here to dig.

It isn't the first time Myr's acted on mad impulse since coming to Kirkwall; it is the first time he's hesitated long enough to question if it's safe for him to do this alone. Elves are disappearing from the city and none of the authorities care. What's one more killed for nosing around somewhere he doesn't belong, even if--especially if--he's a mage? It wouldn't be hard to walk away from this. No matter the itching sense of urgency in the back of his head, he could walk back to the docks and hand this over to the Inquisition guard there. It would be the safe option.

The wind shifts, bringing with it the scent of rot. You don't have that kind of time. He clasps the sending crystal at his neck, awakening the enchantment and thinking of Kit and Sina.

"Have you two got time to come to the docks? I've turned up something down here I don't like." His description of his find is quick and to the point and doesn't neglect that heart-chilling, half-imagined cry.

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[unbrokenoath]

Kaisa helps, though it's not as though they need her strength. They're so damn small, too small, too skinny, too light. But she helps anyway, and offers the children the little bit of candy she'd managed to grab in her rush to leave--mostly just bits of string dipped in various flavors, easy enough for even weak things like they are to chew on, she figures. Maybe it'll help. Maybe she's just trying to ease herself.

The two tasks are put on the table, and Kaisa's first instinct is to offer to help take care of the body. The others here have already seen too much of it, and she'd rather have to deal with it, than make them spend any more time around it. But then she looks at Yngvi's keg, and glances around at the others around her. The keg is lighter than it should be, but that doesn't mean it's light.

"I can help pull it," She offers. She's pretty sure that's the right decision, to help do something that'll be easier for her than the others.

[dashing]

She's operated much of the time in silence - fairly typical, really, though if it's possible for silence to somehow be amplified then that's the sort of silence that Herian is in. It is easier to allow others to discuss the tactics in this matter; she is still learning Kirkwall's ins and outs, and they are far better qualified to judge what course of action would be best taken, in this.

At Myr's request she pauses, almost does little else beside nodding, before she realises the error. "Of course, Myrobalan. I will do whatever I can."

[nadasharillen]

Seeing Sina's looks between the bar and the children, and Kaisa's willingness to pull the cart - which is a strength she's willing to trust, given that Kaisa's the kind of person who'd show up here, and for elves - Nari makes her choice.

"I'll go on ahead then. By the time you get back I'll have some milk with a touch of honey warmed up for them." She looks over at Yngvi, who'd volunteered his rooms. "Where should I meet you?"