Colt watches the little human walk off. A trial indeed he thinks to himself. He sips the rest of his wine while finishing the last cheese roll. Norston mumbles something unintelligible, before he finishes his drink. I suppose with nothing else to go on, we'll have to dig through the remains. It was probably an accident. He pushes his chair away from the table and gets ready to leave.

As they walk towards the former brothel, Mirella talks over her shoulder, "Keep an eye on the crowd as we search. It may be that interested parties are looking for a reaction from us...but don't over react. Fires ARE pretty fun, after all..."

"Guess that depends on your idea of fun," Norston says rubbing the palms of his hands together. His fingers run across the calluses on them, a relic of his youth, in the Dwarven sense. "Besides, I'm mature enough to realize when and how I should act,"

"Mature...yes, you definitely will never be accused of being the opposite my grizzled partner," Mirella calls back. "Never trust a person who claims to not like a disaster..."

As the rain begins, Mirella scowls. Her gown would be ruined.

As he tugs on the worn edges of his hood Norston takes a small pleasure in Mirella's poor choice in wordrobe considering the weather. Casting a cursory glance towards their rear his eyes did a quick sweep for any interested followers.

No one appears to be following you

As you come to where the building once stood, it's a smoldering pile of rubble. A couple of city guards are standing in front of it talking to each other.

Colt approaches the guards hood up to keep some of the rain off his head. Why are fine upstanding members of the city guard standing around in the rain? Surely there is somewhere else you'd rather be. Somewhere warm and dry.

A guard chuckles hearing the words and speaks "You'd never make it as a guard. Instead of waiting and watching, you automatically figured we were here to stand guard in the rain. I mean who guards a pile of smoldering rubble? Come on Tim; "He looks at the other guard who has a small grin on his face now "let's get back to the justice department and report in." {i] They walk off chuckling to each other leaving you guys alone[/i]

I don't believe I accused them of guarding a pile of smoldering ashes, Colt thinks to himself with a puzzled look on his face. I'm pretty sure I only asked why they were standing in the rain. Anyway at least they are moving on. After the guards have moved off. So what do you think we are suppose to find in this rubble? Colt says as he looks over the mass of burnt and broken timbers. He hopes to notice anything out of the ordinary without having to dive into the mess

The smell of burnt flesh is the first thing you notice followed by something shiny catching your eye. It's mostly covered by ash and dust. if you bend down to pick it up, you pull it up revealing a necklace with what was a locket, it appears that the fire melted the locket closed,along with any markings that were once on it.

A flicker of sadness appeared in the dwarf's eyes and was gone just as quick. "Let's see if there are more than lost trinkets here," His hands run through the soot and ashes trying to clear off the floor, or what remains of it.

You find what might be a body, but you aren't sure due to the fire having burned whatever it was to a crispy critter. Other than that you just find more ashes and dust and debris.

Mirella purses her lip shut, perhaps in sadness or perhaps just to hold back the bile rising in her throat at the sight. She walks around the perimeter of the ruins, looking for bystanders or looters to speak with.

There's a few people walking around, as the storm stops and the clouds slowly start giving away to the sun; folks come out of the other buildings and lean on lamp post or start to sell goods. No one seems very interested in the pile of debris.

A mixture between a grunt and grumble left the dwarf's lips. Seems the possible places to look for clues was growing thinner by the second and him never spending even an unnecessary second outside of an undertakers building he doubted his ability to gather much more from the charred bones. "One body, one locket, and no uncomfortably placed spear-head of an idea why,"

He shakes a few droplets off of the top of the hood and folds it back behind his neck. He looks around seeing those beginning to sale goods and wonders what they are selling. Perhaps it could be an opening to strike up a conversation.

Mirella finds a shopkeeper who might have his home behind or above his shop or, failing that, looks to see if an inn is near by. A fire could spell disaster for an entire neighborhood, so she imagined some of these merchants may have made up the bucket line.

She'll begin approaching candidates and ask, "Good morning...might you have been present here to put out the fire?"

"No girl, the guards have wizards that help with that sort. Would you like to perhaps buy some jewelry? A pretty necklace for a pretty neck..." He holds up a necklace that has the name Sara etched in it. He also leans in a little closer and whispers "Or for a price i can tell you what I know...say 20 gold."

He was casually observing those gathered to sell their goods when he saw the one near Mirella lean closer. He walked closer, pack ladden with his gear and said in his usually soft spoken gruff tone, "This isn't some lads attempt at flirting with my business associate is it?"

Irritation flickers over Mirella's features briefly before she banishes the look with a smile. She suppresses a sigh and turns to the dwarf imparting to him alone a withering glare before smiling back at the the store owner. "Twenty gold seems a little steep...no offense to your craftsmanship, sir. It's just that, well, think of the first purchase as one of many possible such purchases. It could be very profitable for a man to have a returning customer interested in...jewelry such as this. Maybe ten gold is reasonable?"