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"We appreciate your information, but I believe we must see for ourselves that he is truly gone. Is there anything else you wish to tell us before we move on?" Chitter was pleased that at least one answer was finally clear, even if it wasn't what they wanted to hear.

This strange voice does seem to know a lot--or at least it acts like it does. The ratling straightens and resettles his haori, assuming that any immediate danger has passed. This doesn't keep his eye from flicking rapidly back and forth searching futilely for the source of the voice, however.

"How do you see what is not there? Without seeing it, your people believed in Tommorow. Without seeing them, her people beleive in the Kami. But... we shall see what you beleive in the days to come, even if you will not...."

The forms that were there seem to go fuzzy and then disappear on the wind like smoke into a light breeze.

If she was not in more control of herself, Rin might have bristled at the comments of the Kami and shouted a challenge. Fortunately, self-control was a key principle of many of the Scorpion's teachings as one could hardly be an adept manipulator if they themselves could be easily manipulated. There was no belief in the kami, in her mind, as it was a simple truth. There had been many who could speak with the spirits and some who could even see them.

With a shake of her head she glanced to the Nezumi. "Come, before the trail grows too cold."

Unlike his more composed companion, Chitter does bristle--literally--but is tired of dealing with the elusive language of the mysterious visitor and so does not offer a retort. He passes the vial he collected from the ground to the magistrate before trying to pick up the scent again. "What do you make of this?"

Dice Roll: 5d10e^3z
d10 Results: 4, 4, 5 (Total = 13)
Hunting / Perception (bad eyesight, Nezumi Scent) (13)

it has the faint scent of perfumes. Had they broken, your sensitive nezumi nose would likely be most discomforted.

Rin took the small vial with a quirk of brow. With care she held it to the light and let her own keen eyes pick out the details for a moment, even as she occasionally glanced down to the tracks upon the earth. It was such a strange thing to find upon the ground and one had to wonder just what it's purpose was.

Dice Roll: 6d10e^3z
d10 Results: 9, 7, 4 (Total = 20)
Investigation/Perception (20)


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