Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160627220231/@comment-933831-20170210100222

The policeman slammed his fist on the table after hearing Doyle's explanation. "Bullshit! Those are such foolish, circumstantial excuses that you should be ashamed of yourself. You're clearly a better killer than talker. You could have quite easily hidden the weapon or just used a semblance or some such! Maybe even some form of explosive inside the body! So don't give me that weak excuse. Returning to the scene of the crime is also something you may have mistakingly done. Or you were perhaps caught there unable to get away with so many so close, so you instead tried to blend in with them to not appear suspicious." He took a drag on his cigarette. "So as if I'm going to let a major suspect loose on the candied bullshit that he'll try to help us. Because as far as I'm aware, keeping you here is the best way to prevent anymore murders."

Meanwhile, in the inn, the barkeep leaned against the counter, most of his patrons heading out or to sleep, Kaimana was the only one left at the bar. He poured the man his drink, taking the lien and returning to his leaning. "Stuff like that? Nah, not too aware. I mean, people have been saying this fierce winter is stronger than usual because of some curse, or some ancient doodad, but that's not my forte. I have a friend who's an archaelogical researcher though, so he knows more about that kind of shit. I can point you in his direction as well if you'd like. He runs a store a few streets over. Address is 325 Talten street. Tell him Dalton sent you."