High Rock.

Within a beautiful estate, a steel-clad man lay dead. Dagger wound to the neck, bleeding on the carpet. A shocked group of nobles gawk at the corpse, while taking relatively no action except talking amongst themselves. A barrage of 'how' and 'why' came forth, while the iron scent of the blood swept through the room.

"By Akatosh, who could have done this?"

"We should lock the doors and windows, wait for the guard!"

"Don't be mad, women! We're three miles off of Wayrest!"

"Yes, and how will the guards know, possibly send the murderer out?"

"Even if we did, it be a day before they could arrive!"

They decided the best way to discuss what to do was get louder and argue. People wanted to leave, have the guards take care of everything. Other countered that plan, saying the murderer could easily leave the province by then. They were all silenced when a bellowing voice called out. They all looked to where it came, and they gaze met his. Ferdinand Dandre, a handsome Breton man, with dark brown hair. He was also a well known Investigator in the more...civilized parts of Tamriel.

"I believe I may know who the cretin may be. If you'd allow me some of your high class time, I may indulge you all. Though, the outcome may not be pretty."

"Whatever it takes, Dandre! Please, tell us!" A man raised his fist in the air.

"Bah, he knows nothing!" another man yelled.

"Why so sullen, sir Peric? Surely a man of your stature wouldn't do this?"

"Me? You fool, I could have done it!"

"Yes, I know you didn't, don't have the stomach."

"Well, spit it out Dandre, who did it?"

"Ah, but that takes the fun away, doesn't it? Allow me to explain."

Ferdinand slowly walked over to a large leather chair, all eyes upon him. As he sat, they grumbled. They were all angered or saddened by the murder, and he acted as if nothing happened. He sat with a grunt, and pushed hair over.

"Well, this body is fresh, I suspect fifteen minutes in fact. That is not a good window of time to kill, unless, of course, everyone was out? Yes, while you all, including me, stared at the wonders of a meteor shower, the killer stabbed a man in the throat. The darkness of the night was the best accomplice, anybody could have went around front to come in, and kill him. As he was being stabbed, the dagger left perfect holes in the walls, findng the dagger shan't be an issue. I believe it was last put upstairs? Peric, could you please go fetch it."

Peric hesitated, the scurried up the stairs. He retrieved the dagger, blood still fresh upon the blade.

"Here you are, I found it under a bed."

"Such a terrible hiding place. Wouldn't you agree, sir Inwold?"

Then came the gasps, and the stare has upon Inwold.

"Why would I do it? You're a fool Dandre!"

"Really? The blood on the fur of you cuffling tells a different tale"

Inworld went white, and a surprised look, he motioned to cover his sleeve.

"Yes, too late now, isn't it?"

"But Dandre, how? That blood could have came from the body, he checked for a pulse, the blood could have came from that!" Peric pleaded.

"Ah yes, but that blood wouldn't have dried yet, this blood is already crusted over on the fur."

Peric grabbed Inwold's arm for a decent look, but at that moment, Inwold twisted his forearm around Peric's neck, plling the same dagger on him.

"You're right, I did kill him. I brought the dagger, hid it in Peric's room, to frame him. Slipped away when no one was looking."

Inwold motioned back to the wall, with Peric still at knife point.

"But Inwold, why?" A women asked.

"Why? Why? That...knight was having improper relations with Lady Mabrel! He would have ruined her family name, my family name!"

"But you only connected because you married he sister, what would you care?" a voice questioned.

"He didn't care" Dandre interrupted. "His only reasoning was his own sick obsession with Lady Mabrel."

They were wide faces, shock had replaced sadness.

"If Inwold couldn't have Lady Mabrel, no one could" Dandre said, with a grim face.

Inwold looked around, then threw Peric at Ferdinand, and ran out the door. He was clear off the property when they ran to the door. They heard a tumble, and then screams. They took up torches, and went to see. Inwold was being mauled by a bear. He tripped over it while running in the darkness. The bear was clawing at his torso, ripping it open. Many of the guests ran back to the estate, not wanting to see two deaths. Only Inwold and Peric remained.

"The penalty for murder is death, you know" Peric said.

"Well, I see no injustice here then, as he is getting the punishment."

Peric gave a slight smile, but returned to an emotionless stare.

"You'll still have to report this, you know."

Dandre turned around and walked back to the estate.

"Where are you going?"

"Write the report, what else?"

"What are you going to put in it?"

Dandre was quiet for a second.

"Bears should be in the Legion."
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Sorry if its dialogue heavy, that's how it supposed to be, for this part at least. This project was two months in progress, so I feel really good about this. But, don't let that soften your critiques.

I liked it. no need to apologise for the heavy dialogue, that's actually the interesting part about it. I did notice some typo's.

down = done?
I believe you missed a punctuation behind "us". Can I suggest an exclamation mark?
doesn't it?
Along with the meteors, some letters flew away: stared at the wonder of the/a meteor shower, the killer..
More missing letters: I imagine you wanted finding
have = having?

And a little something I wondered about:
How did he know that?

Thank for finding them, 'twas too late to proof read.


Would you believe it was an insult? Just toying with him.

Yes, yes I would. Makes sense now you mention it! I should've picked up on that...

wow thats really good haha