Niskusheim, 2022 AD
Nothing seemed out of place this day, there seemed to be a festive atmosphere as one would expect with a holiday with children laughing as they run through the streets some wearing masks and costumes as others did not but cheered about being noble soldiers for the fatherland. Men and women milled about the streets as the wind blew crisp leaves throughout the streets, streets that rarely ever saw any vehicle traffic. With everything considered Niskusheim was an average Camelone fishing village, the boats sat in harbor and the priests were making their rounds visiting the sick and elderly while a few hooded monks were walking around town with incense blessing the entire town. Icons of the saints sat in the windows of every house as each family declared their patron saints adorning their doors with a red cross, either Celtic or otherwise, while a few bards stood on street corners and sang songs about the saints, gathering small crowds around them.
The Anchor's Ire Tavern was near the edge of the town but not out of the way for the majority, it was a two tiered establishment with the lower level reserved for the sailors and other patrons who know how to cause trouble while the second floor was reserved for VIP's and the wealthy members of the community. Oddly enough today the top of the tavern was completely empty as it was rented out fully for the entire day, an odd occurrence as Constable Nuallan was the only one who had the money to do so but he was known for his frugality and desire to be left alone. The second floor was fully stocked and a note said that all the drinks had been paid for so all guests may help themselves, a tavern guard stood at the bottom of the stairs to keep any of the nosy patrons away from the VIP's. Despite this the scene downstairs was one of chaos as the sailors were already getting rowdy as one of the bartenders pushed two brawling men into the street to settle it there.
Anchor's Ire Tavern, second floor
As this was occurring across town Prince Nuallan was sitting at his desk looking over the small amount of evidence that he was able to gather about what his brother had been so afraid of. The investigation into the abduction of Bedivere was not turning anything up, the bullet casings and his hat were found at the scene as well as blood splatter but there was no body, no blood trail, and no bullet holes anywhere. The rest of the evidence he was able to gather was almost nothing, though he was tempted to call in the Royal Inquisition due to finding a fragment of parchment which he found after his men cleared out a building that was sent to him by his brother. Something was not natural with this case and as Constable Nuallan had to ensure that the King's justice and order was properly maintained, this was making his skin crawl and he had no idea of how to remove this tumor. Gathering his papers Nuallan made sure to secure them tightly before he tucked them neatly into his greatcoat. He had a meeting to attend to and perhaps finally figuring out what it is that Edmund had gotten himself into, sighing at the sheer weirdness of this case he grabbed his cane and made his way to the car. Looking at the clock he knew he was not going to be the first one there, but he had more to do than search for his brother, he had a real duties to attend to unlike his gallivanting and selfish brother.
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