Executioner
This morning was warm and fresh; the cloudless sky delighted with its perfect clarity, and overall, the day promised to be good. — Heh, — muttered a pale man to himself, watching the workers hurrying about their business from the window of his cozy home. — Imagine, they get up before dawn and go to work, where they spend time until evening. Some toil in the fields, some sweat in the quarry, some sit in the sun under the scorching heat, and some kill monsters outside the city walls. No, I couldn't do that. It's easier to just end it all.
Shogo Sellendorf didn't like to strain himself and preferred to lead a quiet life, which is why he chose this profession. Well, what can you do? Chop off a head or two – and that’s it, you’re free, you can go home. It’s not hard work, but few people want to take it on. And although over many years of practice, Shogo achieved considerable mastery in his craft, people turned away from him because of his occupation, and he himself was an unsociable and shy person.
— Sigh, — sighed the executioner, — if only I could find a girl, a beautiful, intelligent one, with whom it would be interesting and fun… — When Shogo Sellendorf started dreaming, he could continue doing so endlessly, or at least until he got hungry, but now he was interrupted by a black pigeon flying into his house. — Well, here we go, time for work… — The executioner grumbled unhappily to himself and began to get ready for work.
Murder
This night, while Alrion slept, the city lost one resident — just as one of the commanders in the northern war did; White Night was brutally murdered in her bed, and a grimace of horror and pain remained on her face. And although the townspeople didn't like her very much, murder, especially such a cruel one, is always sad. Wanting to learn the truth, Lamentation Trish, author of daily handwritten news summaries and weekly chronicles, decides to investigate this case herself.
What did the residents and guests of Alrion tell her? Very little.
Tyur had problems with the owner of the inn where he stayed – the elf broke down the door of his room and refused to compensate for the damage. Tyur claims that someone locked him in the room and wouldn’t let him out, so he had no choice. In any case, because of this incident, Tyur had to spend the rest of the morning under guard.
Investigating this murder, Selenid and his partner searched the surrounding area for anything suspicious, but found nothing.
