Vesti and Lauren's Interdimensional Investigations (A CYOA)

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Remove from Crime Scene: Seldon

Before beginning the investigation, Vesti turned to Seldon and spoke to him earnestly. “Listen, Seldon. I can tell you don’t like being in here with all this blood...It might be better for you to just wait outside.”

“N-No, I’m fine!” Seldon insisted, “Besides, you need my expertise to find the murderer, right?”

“Of course, but that doesn’t mean you have to be here,” Vesti replied, “If I have any pressing questions, I can just ask them later, but I’ll be fine on my own for the time being.”

Seldon looked a little relieved, as if losing a heavy burden from his shoulders, but still a little uncertain. “You’re sure?”

Vesti nodded. “Of course. You’ve done more than enough for the town already, Seldon. Don’t worry about it.”

“Alright...” Seldon stood up straight again. “Just let me know if you need anything! I’ll be waiting!”

Without hesitation, Seldon turned and thundered out of the windmill, not even pausing to look behind him. Vesti smiled and turned back to the crime scene.

Examine: Bloodstains

Vesti began by examining the most striking things about the crime scene: the bloodstains. There are a lot of them, and they’re spread rather chaotically throughout the windmill interior. However, most of them seem to be concentrated to the left of the central windmill shaft - at the foot of the staircase.

“This must be where most of the fighting took place,” Vesti mumbled to himself.

He knelt by one of the largest bloodstains, which had spilled on the floor right next to the shaft. “I can only assume this blood came from Reede...but I can’t be certain without performing tests. If only Lauren was here.” Vesti sighed.

The detective took out his notepad, flipped to a new page, and began sketching a simple map of the crime scene. But as he carefully scanned the windmill, he came to a strange conclusion.

“This doesn’t make any sense...” he mumbled, “Even if I assume Reede was stabbed in the chest and stomach within this room, there still seem to be way too many bloodstains. The trajectories just don’t line up either, so I can’t even tell where they would have initially come from...What happened here?”

{Windmill Bloodstains added to Evidence}

Vesti finally put the finishing touches on his sketch of the crime scene. He tore the page out and stuffed it in his pocket.

{Windmill Map added to Evidence}

Examine: Scratches

Next, Vesti walked around the windmill once more, paying particular attention to the scratches in the wooden wall. Once again, most of them were in the same area as the bloodstains, though none of them were found on the floor. The scratches themselves didn’t run that deep, and they were all traveling in roughly the same direction. It seemed likely that they were all accidental.

“Some of these scratches are shorter than the others,” Vesti remarked, pretending he had someone to talk to. “That might be an indication that there were two weapons involved...but that’s just conjecture. I suppose it could simply be a coincidence.”

“...Unless I find evidence of another weapon, of course.” Vesti added forebodingly.

Examine: Tools

Vesti took a look at the numerous woodworking tools hanging from the wall or scattered on the floor. As it turned out, all the tools on the wall were undisturbed - even the ones with blood streaking across them were likely just caught in the crossfire. The ones on the floor were also irrelevant. They were piled near the walls, and so had most likely just landed there after being unintentionally dislodged from the wall. However, one tool did catch Vesti’s eye.

A handsaw was resting near one of the larger bloodstains, far from the other fallen tools. When Vesti reached down to pick it up, he found that a remarkable amount of blood was coating its blade. However, the floor beneath it was spotless.

Vesti leered at the handsaw. “This is definitely worth taking note of. There’s no way all that blood just happened to land here. Someone used this saw, and they used it with morbid intentions!”

{Handsaw added to Evidence}

Examine: Windmill Gear Shaft

Finally, Vesti investigated the large spinning shaft in the center of the room. It’s purpose was rather obvious; the rotating windmill blades turned the shaft, which operated the gears that ground up the grain (or whatever windmills do). Vesti was a little uncertain about the details, but he could at least tell that the windmill was spinning a lot faster now that Reede’s body had been taken down.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Vesti said, “the windmill was turning clockwise while I was outside...Might be worth taking a note of.”

Something about the gears struck Vesti as odd. Leaning in closer, he noticed that a spoke was missing from the large gear attached to the central shaft. The gear itself was oriented horizontally and had long spokes that jutted a few inches out from the shaft, but it was obvious that the wooden spoke had been sawed off of the gear deliberately.

“That’s strange...I’ve seen no sign of that thing anywhere around here either,” Vesti said, “Perhaps I should ask Seldon about it...but I’m not sure why someone would take such a small part of a gear in the first place!”

{Windmill Gears added to Evidence}

Investigation: Windmill Interior
Examine:
Door above Staircase.
Talk:
There is no one here...
Move:
Windmill
Present:
To Vesti
What will you do?

Prestige: 100%

Evidence: kun.boards.net/post/13559

EDIT: OOPS I GOT DISTRACTED AND TOTALLY FORGOT TO UPLOAD THE MAP

I'll edit it in today eventually

Oh yeah for the handwriting I tried to make it not just “my handwriting,” but maybe that means it’s impossible to read. If you need me to, I can add in Times New Roman labels.



Examine: Nonexistent Crowd

Vesti scanned the outside of the windmill, looking for any signs of non-Seldon life forms. Unfortunately, there was not a single one to be found. All he discovered was empty evening air, the breath of the crowd already scattered upon the wind.

“Hmm...I wonder where all those people went?” Vesti said.

“They’re probably mostly at Reede’s house, tryin’ to figure out what to do,” Seldon replied, “I doubt anyone’s gonna get any sleep tonight. If it’s not the sight at the windmill that’s hauntin’ them, it’ll be the thought of a Yiga clansman skulking about the town!” Seldon’s massive frame shivered.

“Well, if our witnesses are right, then he’s in custody already!” Vesti exclaimed, knowing deep down that the witnesses were probably wrong.

“Oh, absolutely! And that’s got me thinkin’...” Seldon said, stroking his chin with a sly grin on his face. “If we were to, you know...rough him up a little, maybe it’d help the villagers know there’s nothin’ to be afraid of! Whaddaya think?”

“Err...well, it’s certainly a unique idea,” Vesti said, “Unfortunately, it’s kind of...completely against my ethical standards. Maybe you could just stare at him a little instead? You know, intimidate him?”

“Even better! Come on, let’s go!”

“Alright. Just give me a second,” Vesti replied with a quick nod. “I’m not quite finished with examining the people who aren’t here.”

Seldon’s brow furrowed. “Hmph! Well, in that case, maybe I should practice my intimidating glare on you!” He crossed his arms and stared down at Vesti, looming over him. It was funnier than it was frightening, but Vesti felt the pressure nonetheless.

(Hmm...I should probably get moving pretty soon...)

Move: Great Ton Pu Inn

Tired of getting stared at by Seldon, Vesti said, “Alright. Lead me to the in--”

“Great! Follow me!” Seldon raced ahead, feet pounding down the hill toward the town square.

“Wha--Wait, hold on!” Vesti shouted, hurrying after Seldon.

The two continued down the hill. Seldon’s form was excellent; he sprinted down like he was running a marathon. Vesti stumbled pathetically after him, though he was careful not to lose sight of the guide.

Date: ??? Time: One Short Trek down a Long Hill Later. Location: Great Ton Pu Inn.

“And this is our humble inn!”

Seldon kicked the door of the large stone building open, revealing a homely interior. Vesti was struggling to regain his breath and covered in dirt after falling over two or three times. Upon spotting people within, he quickly straightened himself out and walked through the door.

The first person Vesti saw was the woman running the check-in desk. Her pointed ears sliced through her long, flowing brown hair. She wore a teal shirt over a white undershirt, a red bow, and slightly less makeup than Bolson.

“Hello there!” the woman said, cheerfully. “Welcome to the Great Ton Pu Inn! Will you be staying tonight?”

Vesti was a little taken aback by her attitude, considering the circumstances. He eventually replied, “Uhh...No. We’re actually here to meet someone. Is Beedle here?”

The clerk’s smile wavered a little. “Oh...I see. Well, yes. He’s tied up right in there.” She pointed straight ahead, through an opening on the right. “Though someone else is already there meeting him.”

“That must be Percy!” Seldon cried, heading in without hesitation.

Vesti followed after him, but stopped to address the clerk. “Thank you, uhh...what’s your name?”

“Prima!” she replied, curtsying. “You must be the other detective. Feel free to ask me if you have any questions!”

“Thank you, I will!”

As Vesti continued into the next room, he thought he heard Prima’s voice behind him. “And try not to get dirt on the sheets.”

“What?” Vesti looked behind him. “Did you say something?”

“Hmm? No, not at all,” Prima shook her head. “Maybe you’re just paranoid, what with the murder and all...”

“I see...” Vesti chose to drop the issue and walked after Seldon.

He found himself in a large communal bedroom, likely for the guests of the inn. There were six neat and clean beds spaced evenly throughout the room. Percy sat on one, still wearing the blue hood he’d purchased, looking at a nearby chair. Occupying it was a timid-looking man with a head of round, brown hair, a long face, and a large red nose. He wore a white tank top, a red headscarf, and a pair of jeans. It was easy to see the source of his discomfort; he was tied to the chair with ropes made of several articles of clothing.

Vesti also noticed a large backpack on the floor, likely as tall as the man was. The interior was white and the exterior was brown, but the most peculiar feature was a large horn sticking out of the top. It immediately dawned on Vesti who the man was, and why he was called Beedle.

“I’m telling ya’, man! I had nothing to do with it!” Beedle wailed in a high-pitched, scratchy voice. “I just came by to do some business and peddle my wares!”

“That may be true, but multiple witnesses have reported seeing you skulking near the crime scene.” Percy replied, “Do you have an explanation that accounts for what they saw?”

“Well, you and your witnesses are off your rocker!” Beedle cried, “Golly, just look right out the window there! It’s darker than a squad o’ squids dancin’ in a shark pond! I’m just gettin’ thrown in the drink cause I’m not from around here!”

“Indeed, but there’s more to it than that,” Percy said, “We believe this murder was committed by a member of the Yiga clan. As a traveling salesman, you’d be most capable of infiltrating villages to further the cult’s practices unnoticed.”

“You’re crazy! Don’t you know that’s crazy?!” Beedle shouted, thrashing against the ropes. “I’m no more a clansman than you are a ladybug! I’ve had to stop those hooligans from swipin’ banana slugs from my backpack more times than I can count legs on a centipede’s trousers! Why would I join their side all of a sudden, huh?”

Percy sighed, leaning back on the bed and clutching his forehead. He spotted the detective enter out of the corner of his eye. “Oh, good. You’re here, Vesti. Maybe you’d be better equipped to deal with his special brand of insanity.”

“Wow, I’ve never heard you say something so kind, Percy,” Vesti said, “I’ll try not to let you down.”

As Vesti and Seldon approached Beedle, the salesman attempted to lean away from them.

“A-And who are you two! The bad cops?” Beedle shook his head, “Well, you can beat me up all you want, but you can’t beat the guilt into me!”

“We’re not here to hurt you,” Vesti said calmly. “We just want to ask you a few ques--”

“Hey, why’s the big guy starin’ at me like that! I didn’t do nothin’!” Beedle closed his eyes and curled up like a pillbug.

Vesti turned around and looked at Seldon, who was performing the intimidating stance he’d practiced earlier. Upon noticing him, Seldon smiled. “Works like a charm, doesn’t it?”

Vesti sighed. “Yeah, excellent work, Seldon. Maybe just cool it down a little, though. I think he gets the picture.” Vesti carefully scanned the inn.

(Seems like there’s a lot to unpack here. I can catch up with Percy, try to get a coherent story out of Beedle...or maybe see if Prima knows anything. Still, none of those options seem too appealing, but someone’s gotta do it!)

Investigation: Great Ton Pu Inn
Examine:
Beds, Backpack, Desk.
Talk:
Percy
The Accusation
Investigation Results
Beedle
Traveling Salesman
Your Alibi
Prima
Your Account
Move:
Windmill
Kochi Dye Shop
Present:
To Percy
To Beedle
To Seldon
What will you do?

Prestige: 100%

Evidence: [url]kun.boards.net/post/13559[/url]

The depths of my hammock threaten to consume me.


Talk: Beedle: Your Alibi

“So you mentioned coming to meet this ‘client’ of yours,” Vesti said, “But what did you actually end up doing? Do you have an alibi for the time of the murder?”

“Hmm...Good question, my friend! Just give me a moment to gather my thoughts,” Beedle cocked his head to the side as if deep in contemplation. He hummed loudly for emphasis. Just when Vesti was beginning to grow annoyed, Beedle loudly exclaimed, “I don’t got a clue. I mean, really! None of you have even had the decency to tell me when the crime I’ve been accused of took place. You might as well be throwin’ a dung beetle in a compost pile and telling it to get to work!”

“The incident occurred around midnight last night,” Percy muttered through gritted teeth.

“Thank you!” Beedle cried, “That’s much better! And you know what really seals the deal?” Beedle grinned at Percy. “You’ve just gone and dug your own grave...because my alibi for midnight is rock solid!”

“Is that so?” Percy asked dubiously. “In that case, please fill me in.”

“Of course. Now, listen up. See, what had happened was,” Beedle replied confidently. “I arrived at the designated meeting spot to see my client! But they never showed - the nerve! So now I was waiting around in there like a termine at a construction site. And then, to make matters worse, I got stabbed with a knife and blacked out! As soon as I woke up again, I skedaddled outta there and headed down to the inn! Honest!”

Beedle noticed the stares he was getting from the detectives and saw fit to add, “It’s true! I can show you my wound if you want! It’s right here in my shoulder!”

Vesti heard Prima mumbling in the other room. “He’s totally lying.”

“Hey! I ain’t fibbin’!” Beedle shouted, “My alibi’s perfect! There’s no way I’m your guy!”

“Uhh...” Vesti eventually replied, “There’s a lot to unpack here, but one part stands out to me. Your ‘meeting spot’...where was it?”

“Oh, right! Sorry, I forgot,” Beedle said, “It was the big windmill!”

Percy and Vesti exchanged annoyed glances. The detective turned back to the salesman. “Beedle...You do know that the windmill is the scene of the crime...right?”

“Wh-What?!” Beedle shouted, “No, there’s no way! It can’t be!”

“I’m afraid it is,” Percy added, “Not to mention...even if you did have a stab wound in your shoulder, it couldn’t possibly be responsible for all the bloodstains on your clothes. The splatter patterns don’t line up at all.”

“No...No way. My perfect alibi...” Beedle leaned over in his chair. He seemed thoroughly broken. “How could they tear it apart so fast! They must have forged evidence...I’m doomed!”

“That alibi was hardly perfect in the first place,” Percy said, “Introducing a third party to the scene...it’s what any killer in your position would have done.”

“Still, we can’t discount the possibility that he’s telling the truth. I’ve seen crazier things than that!” Vesti replied.

“Unfortunately, you’re right,” Percy grumbled. “But for now, I’ll assume otherwise.”

Talk: Prima: Your Account

Vesti left behind a sobbing Beedle and headed to the front desk, where Prima was waiting. She was leaning over the counter with her head rested on one fist, but she perked up the moment Vesti entered.

“Oh, hello!” Prima said, “Have you changed your mind about booking a room?”

“No, I’m afraid not,” Vesti explained, “I was actually interested in hearing your account of last night.”

Prima’s shoulders slumped, and her cheerful features collapsed into exhaustion. “Ah, I should have known. I’ll try to keep it quick.”

She leaned over the counter again, twirling her finger around in the air and staring at it. “Well, unlike Sayge and Bolson, I didn’t see much of the actual murder. The inn had closed down hours ago, so I was asleep upstairs. Then, well...I heard a loud bang from below, so I had to investigate.”

“I dragged myself out of bed and headed downstairs,” Prima rolled her eyes, “And I notice that that...fellow’s thrown the door open. So he’s standing there, absolutely covered in blood...and he has the gall to ask me to book him a room!”

“So of course I knew something was up,” Prima explained, “I decided to restrain him until other folks who’d know better arrived...No thanks necessary. Eventually some townsfolk came to report the bad news...and I’ve been awake since.”

“Well, you definitely did the right thing,” Vesti exclaimed, “Thanks for the information, but I have one more question...did you happen to notice if Beedle happened to have some sort of wound last night?”

“As it turns out, he did! He’d been stabbed in the shoulder, apparently,” Prima answered, “I found that out when I searched him and his backpack for weapons and such after the others arrived. But I didn’t find anything important, besides the obvious wound...that’s why I didn’t bother to mention it.”

“Well, there’s a chance that information may still be useful,” Vesti said, “I’ll make a note of it. Thanks!”

“Don’t mention it,” Prima said cheerfully. “Hospitality and happiness is what the Great Ton Pu is all about!”

Vesti smiled and hurriedly rejoined Percy before he could overhear the clerk mumbling something else about him.

(That’s probably all the information I’m going to get from these witnesses. Still, there may be something useful I’m overlooking. I should take another look around.)

Investigation: Great Ton Pu Inn
Examine:
Backpack, Desk.
Talk:
Percy
The Accusation
Investigation Results
Beedle
Traveling Salesman
Your Alibi
Prima
Your Account
Move:
Windmill
Kochi Dye Shop
Present:
To Percy
To Beedle
To Seldon
What will you do?

Prestige: 100%

Evidence: kun.boards.net/post/13559

h E L PP


Examine: Desk

Deciding that it would be a good idea to go bother Prima some more, Vesti briefly departed the sleeping area in order to examine the front desk more closely. He ran his fingers carefully through the grooves of its mahogany surface and then leaned over it to check the opposite side for any hidden compartments or secrets.

Prima, unsurprisingly, was a little displeased, but managed an awkward chuckle. “Uhh...sir? What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m investigating the desk, of course!” Vesti explained, rifling through the pages of the open guest register. “Perhaps the killer stashed something away here when no one was looking? Being a little meticulous never hurt anybody!”

“Oh, yes. I suppose that makes sense!” Prima replied, “Still, every adage has its exceptions...”

Ignoring the clerk, Vesti bumbled around the desk to take a look at the backside. Prima hoisted herself over the counter and perched atop it. Vesti failed to notice, as he was too busy checking the floor for secret trapdoors. Unfortunately, he came up empty-handed. It seemed there was nothing at all important or meaningful about the front desk.

Vesti stood up again and started shuffling toward the door. “Well, good news! Your desk is completely clean! It’s most likely irrelevant to the murder. With that said, I’ll return to my investigation in the other room. I have a few questions to ask Percy!”

“That’s good to hear!” Prima cheerfully replied, “I hope you finish up your work there as quickly as possible!”

Vesti grinned sheepishly and disappeared into the other room.

Talk: Percy Graham: Investigation Results

Upon entering, Vesti approached Percy. “So, you haven’t told me much about what you’ve been up to on your own. Have you learned anything noteworthy?”

“Other than how much I detest bugs, I wouldn’t say so,” Percy said, pulling his hood low over his eyes.

“You met some of the other townsfolk before this doomed interrogation though, right? You also mentioned a fourth witness. Can you tell me more about that?”

“Oh, yes, I suppose,” Percy replied, “I haven’t met her though. Apparently she’s the elusive scientist living in the research lab on top of the hill. She spotted something from up there and sent her assistant down to report it to us. He spotted everyone taking their shot at the arrested Yiga clansman and came by.”

“Why didn’t she come in person?” Vesti asked.

“I, well...I have my suspicions,” Percy said, “But you likely wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“What--”

“Anyway, it was hard to make progress beyond that. The villagers were very...rowdy,” Percy explained, “They were all shouting at Beedle. Several of them threatened to deal justice to him right then and there...I’m admittedly a little apprehensive about what will be done once the investigation is over.”

“Geez,” Vesti mumbled, glancing at Beedle. “I guess that explains why he’s so on edge.”

“Yet if he’s truly the killer he deserved every word of it,” Percy added.

“Well...thanks for the information,” Vesti said, “I suppose I’ll have to speak with that scientist later on.”

“Oh, right,” Percy said, “The assistant also claimed she wouldn’t be taking any visitors. If you climb all the way up that hill, you’ll most likely just be turned back at the door. I have no idea what that’s all about. It sounded almost like she was...planning something.”

“Great. Crazy, old, reclusive scientists...just what this mystery needed. Guess I only have one place left to go, then...” Vesti sighed.

Examine: Backpack

“Alright...just one more thing to do here,” Vesti said, “Let’s take a look at this backpack.”

Vesti knelt beside the ridiculously large backpack. It was three times the width of Beedle and about matched his height, counting the singular horn jutting from the top. The backpack itself was stocked full, but it was covered in additional accessories: a bedroll, several bags, an awning to shade Beedle’s head, and a folding counter for displaying goods.

Vesti couldn’t help but ask the obvious question. “Uhh, Beedle? How can you lug this thing around all day and, well...survive?”

Beedle laughed. “Oh, you want to know my secret? Well, fine. Listen up...Restless crickets! Just swallow a few handfuls for breakfast, and you’ll be feeling like a champ! I’ve got plenty in stock too! Want to do business, friend?”

“Sorry...I’m a little low on funds right now,” Vesti replied, “But I’d love to take a look at them. They’re in here, right?”

Vesti zipped open the top of the backpack and peeked inside. It was completely packed with jars of assorted bugs. Arrows had been shoved around the wares the wrong way round; their tips pointed out of the top like dangerous traps. Vesti was awed that Prima had managed to search the entire backpack earlier and even more awed that Beedle’s Beetle Guide had fit inside in the first place!

“Hey, what are you doing?” Beedle cried, “You can’t just search a man’s backpack like that! What is society coming to?!”

“Well, you do have a point, Beedle...” Vesti said, “I’m not sure I can search this. Percy, can you confirm it was thoroughly checked earlier?”

“Yes,” Percy replied, nodding. “Several members of the town were present when Prima searched it. I also investigated it myself seeing as Beedle wasn’t talking. I found nothing of any worth beyond the Beetle Guide.”

“Good. I’ll probably pass then. However...” Vesti mumbled to himself as he began opening the other bags hanging from the backpack. Most of them contained various essentials or more of the same, but a few, to Vesti’s surprise, were completely empty.

“Beedle...what used to belong in these pouches here?”

“H-Huh? Oh, that?” Beedle replied, “It’s just some extra bags I picked up at some point. I usually keep stuff like that handy. You wouldn’t build a honeycomb with less cells than bees, right?”

“No, I suppose not,” Vesti said, standing up and stepping away from the backpack. “Still, there’s little else to say about this backpack that’s not blindingly obvious.”

{Beedle’s Backpack added to Evidence}

(I seem to have exhausted all the information I’m likely to find here. It’s time to go somewhere new.)

Investigation: Great Ton Pu Inn
Examine:
There is nothing left to examine!
Talk:
Percy
The Accusation
Investigation Results
Beedle
Traveling Salesman
Your Alibi
Prima
Your Account
Move:
Windmill
Kochi Dye Shop
Present:
To Percy
To Beedle
To Seldon
What will you do?

Prestige: 100%

Evidence: kun.boards.net/post/13559

Talk about witnesses, then examine the Dye Vats... or should I call them, the DIE VATS???!?!?!??!?!??!?!?!??!?!??!!?

I also can't remember if we asked this guy his favorite color. I might be losing it. It may also be 1 AM at the time of me writing this. WHo knows??

Updates will be pretty lame for a bit, apologies in advance


Talk: Sayge: Witnesses

“Anyway, what can you tell me about the other witnesses to the crime?” Vesti said, trying to hide his annoyance.

“Well y’see, I don’t believe anyone actually saw the moment of the murder, per se,” Sayge explained, “But when you put all our accounts together, it makes Beedle look mighty questionable.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. You only saw Beedle walking around outside, right?”

“Precisely. But he was sneakin’ around all suspicious-like, and I think he was headin’ for the windmill!”

“You think he was or you know?” Vesti asked pointedly.

Sayge cackled. “Well, I suppose I can’t be certain. But he was definitely goin’ in that direction, and Bolson saw him enter it later. So it ain’t exactly a huge stretch o’ the imagination.”

“I can’t really argue there,” Vesti admitted, “What about the others?”

“Well, Prima saw Beedle enter the inn after he committed the murder, but you mighta already talked to her,” Sayge explained, “There’s also the scientist at the research station on the hill—Purah. But I don’t got a clue what she witnessed. Supposedly she’s not comin’ down to Hateno till tomorrow at noon!”

“I see...yeah, Percy told me something like that earlier,” Vesti mumbled, “We might have to gather up all the key players for when she arrives!”

“That’s all the witnesses who’ve come forward right now,” Sayge added, “But who knows, it’s a big town. Maybe there are more witnesses who haven’t come forward yet!”

“I hope not,” Vesti said, “We’ve got more than enough already...”

Talk: Sayge: Alibi

“There’s something I’ve been wondering about,” Vesti said, “What were you up to after you spotted Beedle in the woods?”

“That would be while the murder was committed, eh?” Sayge said, putting his hand to his chin. “Are you thinkin’ of accusin’ me? And after I spruced up that badge of yours, too?!”

“I’m only gathering up all the information I can,” Vesti explained, “It’s just standard protocol to ask.”

“Well, unfortunately, I don’t have any sort of alibi,” Sayge explained, “I hadn’t been out for long before spotting Beedle, so I still had to collect all the ingredients I was lookin’ for. It took me a while to track ‘em down, so I was only just heading back when the body was found...I do have the ingredients though! You can see them if you want!”

“That’s not necessary,” Vesti replied, “A few random plants wouldn’t really prove anything either.”

“Simply lacking an alibi ain’t proof either!” Sayge replied, “My wife was here at home alone, but I know she’s innocent! There’s probably plenty of other folks who were alone too. And you know who else didn’t have an alibi? Beedle!”

“Seems like you’re getting a little defensive,” Vesti said, raising an eyebrow.

“I told you, didn’t I?” Sayge replied, “I don’t take kindly to folks questionin’ the truth I witnessed. This ain’t about me, it’s about the safety of our town!”

“Oh, don’t worry, you’ve made yourself very clear,” Vesti replied, pretending to give Sayge a suspicious glare.

The dye seller crossed his arms indignantly but otherwise said nothing.

(I think I’m done here. It might be more productive to go back to Seldon’s room and get some sleep, then continue the investigation in the morning. Unless there’s still more worth looking at here…)

Investigation: Kochi Dye Shop
Examine:
Posters, Workbench, Ladder.
Talk:
Sayge
Witnesses
Fashion
Move:
Windmill
Great Ton Pu Inn
Ventest Clothing Boutique
Present:
To Sayge
What will you do?

Prestige: 100%

Evidence: kun.boards.net/post/13559

Do you feel left behind, like there’s something not right?


Examine: Bookcase

First, Vesti examined the bookcase near the extravagant bed. It featured two shelves roughly carved out of a log. Vesti raised his torch to get a better look at the books it held.

“Mr. Gates, please be careful not to drop your torch on that flammable parchment.”

“Oh, calm down, Percy. You wouldn’t have given me this thing if you didn’t trust me with it,” Vesti sighed. He reached out and thumbed through the books.

The shelves were mostly stocked with small leatherbound journals filled with childish drawings and writings. The more professional-looking tomes were obviously stories for children. Vesti discovered that one book in particular was resting atop the lineup of stories, as if it had been haphazardly placed atop the pile. Vesti held it up to the light and squinted at the cover. It appeared to depict a young man and several robots on a field preparing to face off against a monstrous stream of darkness.

“Do you have any idea what this is?” Vesti asked.

Percy glanced over Vesti’s shoulder as he flipped through page after page of illustrations, each accompanied with poetic text. “Oh, this is an old legend from Hyrule. It’s about how a great beast was vanquished an extremely long time ago...They seem to have adapted the tale for children.”

“I see. Then that probably means it’s not relevant, even if someone was reading it recently,” Vesti said.

“Wait! Stop there,” Percy reached out and blocked Vesti’s hand as he reached for the next page. “Turn back one.”

“Uhh, alright.”

Vesti turned to the last page, which depicted a large illustration of two silhouettes on a plain. He had dismissed it as just part of the book earlier, but he quickly noticed what Percy had.

“Wait...this drawing is covering up the text. It’s not part of the book; it was drawn on top of it!”

“Exactly,” Percy replied, “Not to mention this illustration is too crude to be part of the book. It looks to have been scribbled on the page with a single stick of charcoal.”

“What is this anyway!” Vesti asked, staring dumbfounded at the two drawings on the page. “It’s clearly two figures, but I don’t know who either of them are. The one on the left doesn’t even look human!”

“I have a feeling we’ll understand this image quite well by the time this case is resolved,” Percy replied, “Hold onto it for now.”

“You’re right. But still...” Vesti mumbled, “There’s just something about it that...creeps me out. Who even drew this thing?” Vesti shook his head and placed the book back back on top of the shelf. Pulling out his notepad, he tore out a slip of paper and slipped it between the pages to mark the drawing’s location, then he finally slammed it shut.

{Storybook & Picture added to Evidence}

Examine: Extravagant Bed

“Alright, such an interesting find deserves a bit of a break,” Vesti said, “Let’s check out this bed!”

Vesti stood beside the bed, admiring it. The mattress was truly massive, covered with thick wool bedsheets and overshadowed by pink curtains hanging from a wooden frame.

“That bed obviously belongs to Reede’s daughter,” Percy remarked, “She must have been somewhat pampered. It’s obviously of a higher quality than those of her parents.”

“This is even better than the bed in my apartment!” Vesti shouted, “Hold my torch for a second, Percy. I’m gonna give it a thorough investigation!”

“Are you even paying attention to how creepy you sound right now?” Percy asked, “Just get back to work. I doubt there’s anything important in that bed.”

“Better safe than sorry!” Vesti replied.

Vesti reached forward and threw back the covers of the bed. However, to his surprise, the bed turned out to be occupied already. A small girl lay shivering on it, several small objects clutched in her hands.

“Wh-What?”

“AAAAHH! Get away from me!” The girl screamed, launching from the bed. The wooden knick-knacks she was clutching in her hands fell to the floor with a clatter. Vesti dodged out of the way as the girl ran toward the door, slamming straight into Percy’s leg. The two cried out in pain, and the prosecutor stumbled forward, his torch slipping from his head and landing behind Vesti. A rush of warm air stroked the back of his neck as the floor of the house burst into flames!

“OH SH--sh...shucks!” Percy shouted.

“Hey, where’d that girl go?” Vesti cried, raising his own torch high as the flames climbed higher.

“She went outside,” Percy replied, “I’ll go after her. You contain the fire!”

“Wha--How am I supposed to do that?” Vesti asked. Unfortunately, Percy charged straight out of the room.

Vesti sighed in exasperation. Feeling an uncomfortable level of heat on his foot, Vesti quickly stepped away from the fire. Looking at the floor, Vesti noticed that whatever wooden toys the girl had been holding onto were being quickly lost to the fire. Vesti kicked one of the small wooden objects into the corner of the room, out of the flames’ reach. “Ugh, why does everything in this village have to be so flammable?!”

The fire was starting to inch closer to the bookcase, where possibly vital drawing was resting. Vesti’s head spun around the room. He had to find a way to put out the blaze!

What should Vesti use to stop the fire?
Bookcase, Wooden Toy, Cabinet, Bed, Well (Outside), Vesti (Self-Sacrifice)

Prestige: 100%

Evidence: kun.boards.net/post/13559

Talk: Karin -> Your Father
Talk: Karin -> the Kirby series

Talk: Karin: Your Favorite Color

Despite the suspicious nature of Percy’s warning, Vesti decided that he should keep it in mind and ease into the more stressful interrogation topics. He approached the child, knelt closer to her eye level, and asked, “So, Karin...what’s your favorite color?”

Percy flashed him a look, but Vesti ignored it.

“Hmm...” Karin mumbled, looking at the floor. “That’s kind of a weird question. Are you sure it’s gonna help you catch the monster?”

“Oh, well most likely not,” Vesti replied, “But you can never be certain! And anyway, I need to forge a bond of understanding with you. That way it will be easier for us to work together!”

“Okay...that doesn’t really make any sense,” Karin said, “But I guess my favorite color is, err...I’m not really sure how to describe it. I guess...deep purple, with a little orange. And a bunch of white dots scattered through it.”

“Wow, that’s an interesting answer! Why is that?”

“Well, Dad used to take me and Mom up to the top of a hill to watch the sunset,” Karin answered, “Right as it was sinking below the mountains, the sky would turn purple, but you could still see the stars shining through. All of that blending together...that’s the most beautiful color I’ve ever seen.”

Vesti smiled, “Those sound like great memories.”

“They are,” Karin said, nodding. “It was a little scary having to walk to the hilltop and back down in the dark, but my mom and dad were always there to protect me…I...I hope I’ll still be able to go see the sunset...even now.”

“I’m certain that you will.”

“Every time I do...I guess I’ll think about my dad...”

Vesti was glad to see that Karin was a little calmer after reminiscing about her father, so he decided it was time to start asking the tougher questions.

Talk: Karin: Your Father

“So, Karin...” Vesti began cautiously, “What can you tell me about your father?”

“Well...he was really brave,” Karin replied firmly, “He’s super strong and smart too. He worked in the fields to keep us fed everyday, even though he also had to lead the whole town. Everyone liked him!”

“It sounds like the two of you got along well too,” Vesti remarked.

“Of course! He always protected me. That’s why he went off to face the monster last night. I...I think it was threatening me.” Karin’s face turned pale, and a chill ran down her spine.

“Wait, what?!” Vesti shouted, “This happened ‘last night’...Can you tell me more? Where did he go to fight it?!”

Karin recoiled in shock. She wrapped her arms around her chest and looked at the floor. “Uhh...j-just outside somewhere. I don’t know...I d-don’t want to talk about it.”

“Vesti!”

The detective’s head snapped to the source of the voice: Percy glaring at him with the clear instruction to back off.

“Err...Alright, that’s fine,” Vesti replied, “Is there anything else you can think of that might be useful?”

“No, I don’t think so. But I don’t really remember. I just spent the whole night trying to sleep. I...I didn’t know what was happening...”

“Well, thank you anyway. I’ll let you know if I have any more questions, okay?”

(It sounds like she might know something, but I can’t press her too hard. Perhaps I can draw out the information later...assuming she has any information at all.)

Examine: Singed Wooden Toy

Vesti headed to the corner of the room and picked up the small wooden object he’d kicked out of the fire. Though charred black at one end, most of it remained intact. It appeared to be a short, round and hollow rod with holes at both ends. The uncharred tip was slightly smaller, as if it was meant to be inserted somewhere. With all of the other pieces burned in the fire, it was nearly impossible to tell what they were all meant to be used for.

Vesti turned around and knelt next to Karin, holding out the burned toy. “I saw you holding several of these wooden objects earlier. Can you tell me what they are?”

Karin stared at it for a moment and then shook her head somberly. “I don’t know. I just...found them.”

“You ‘found’ them? Where?” Vesti asked.

“Uhh...” Karin trailed off and remained conspicuously silent. She seemed to avoid looking at the wooden piece.

Vesti’s brow furrowed in suspicion. Eventually, he chose to change the question. “The other objects were burned up in the fire. Do you recall what they looked like?”

“Oh, yeah, I guess,” Karin answered, “They looked pretty much the same as the one you have in your hand. Just a little smaller or bigger. And less black on one side.”

“Interesting. Thanks, Karin.”

Vesti stared at the burned toy for a moment and then shoved it in his pocket.

(I have no idea what relevance these could have...but Karin’s reaction was definitely strange. It might be worth keeping in mind.)

{Wooden Toy added to Evidence}

Talk: Karin: Kirby Series

“Hey, Karin!” Vesti whirled back around. “What’s your opinion of the Kirby series?”

“Huh?” Karin replied, “What are you talking about?”

Percy’s annoyed voice inexorably rang out. “Vesti, what on Earth are you trying to accomplish?”

“I’m just trying to lighten the mood a bit!” Vesti said, “See, the Kirby series are these really fun games about a little pink blob that wanders through beautiful meadows devouring everything in its path. My nephew told me about them!”

“S-Sounds scary,” Karin said, looking to be on the verge of tears. “Is that the monster that attacked my daddy?”

“Wh-What? No!” Vesti cried desperately, “Kirby’s not even a monster at all!”

Vesti’s panicked shout caused Karin to recoil in shock.

“Mr. Gates, you buffoon!” Percy shouted, “Can’t you see you’re frightening her?!”

“Come on, Percy! Surely you agree with me!” Vesti replied, “It’s not scary at all!”

Percy walked over to Karin and crouched beside her. “Look, don’t worry about him. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Just take a few deep breaths to calm down.”

“D-Deep breaths? Oh, okay...” Karin mumbled. Percy waited next to the child until she calmed down again. She turned to the prosecutor and smiled. “Thanks, mister. I feel a bit better now...”

“Don’t mention it. I’ll make sure he doesn’t upset you again.”

Vesti let out a sigh of dismay, aghast at how quickly and completely that had gone wrong.

Talk: Percy: About Karin

As Percy stood back up, Vesti walked closer to him, eager to change the subject. “I’m honestly a little surprised, Percy.”

“About what?” Percy raised an eye skeptically.

“You seem to know exactly what to say to Karin. You even managed to bring her back in after she ran off,” Vesti said, “I didn’t expect you to be that good with kids. Don’t tell me you actually have children!”

“Lord, no,” Percy replied, pressing a hand against his forehead. “Look, I just know children need to be treated with a special modicum of care during criminal investigations. They simply aren’t prepared to deal with the emotions brought by such crimes yet. Besides...I find myself able to relate to Karin in particular.”

“Wait,” Vesti said, a look of concern covering his face. “Have you been in a similar situation yourself?”

“Do you really think that’s any of your business?” Percy asked, glowering.

“Well...I suppose not,” Vesti replied, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. It’s just my job to ask too many questions.”

The house fell silent. Vesti could hear only the gentle wind outside. Percy turned to the side and looked down at Karin, who was quietly gazing at one of the drawings on the wall.

“...It was my father.” Percy mumbled.

“Huh?”

“I wasn’t a child when it happened,” Percy explained, “But I was still too young. They still haven’t found the killer, even after all this time...I’m honestly surprised you haven’t heard of it. The papers certainly did.”

“Wait wait wait,” Vesti stammered, the color fading from his face. “Y-You mean...the Graham Manor Ghost?”

Percy said absolutely nothing. It was all Vesti needed to hear.

“God, I’m so sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Percy snapped, “If you want to make me feel better, catch that clansman and keep him from tearing apart any more families.”

A few moments later, the two wordlessly returned to the investigation. Vesti tried to ignore the details of Percy’s past he’d learned. He knew it was completely irrelevant to the case at hand, but he had a feeling that it wouldn’t be the last he heard of it.

Investigation: Reede’s Home
Examine:
Bookcase, Windows, Cabinet, Beneath Blanket.
Talk:
Percy
About Reede
About Karin
Karin
Your Father
Move:
Ventest Clothing Boutique
Present:
To Percy
To Karin
What will you do?

Prestige: 100%

Evidence: kun.boards.net/post/13559

Talk about Reede, and then examine the windows. Did we already examine the windows? Eh.

The resurrection ain’t the only miracle happenin’ this Easter


Vesti just sorta checked out for a little while, staring at the wall in a daze.

“Uhh, Vesti?” Percy said, “You seem pretty out of it. Did you get enough sleep last night?”

“Huh?” Vesti said, flinching slightly. “Oh! Uhh, no! I’m fine! I just got caught up thinking about my home, wondering if I’ll get to go back like last time. We still haven’t seen any sign of the dude in white with the weird hair!”

“This again? Vesti, I’m not convinced this man is real. Have you checked with your psychologist recently?”

“Whatever,” Vesti sighed, “Let’s get back to investigating.”

Examine: Windows

Vesti approached the front door and examined the two windows flanking it. However, there wasn’t much to see. Both of the glass windows were covered almost entirely by long red banners. Vesti remembered seeing them from the outside when he first entered the cabin. The symbols black symbols covering them had caught his attention.

“Karin?” He said, “What’s up with these windows? Why do they have big banners over them?”

Karin gazed up at them for a moment.

“Oh, Papa put them up. They’re supposed to ward off scary things and keep me safe.”

“Really?” Percy interjected, glancing over from where he stood by the bed. “Is there any particular reason your father would have been worried about your safety?”

“Well, sometimes I feel bad, and I can’t go out and play with the kids anymore...” Karin replied sadly. “So that makes my parents really worried. But that’s been going on for a while. He only put those up pretty recently.”

“I guess he just decided to give it a shot and see if they’d help,” Vesti said, “Still, it must make the place feel pretty gloomy...”

Vesti leaned over and stared through the closest window.

“I mean, I can barely see a thing through here. No wonder it’s so dark...I bet it’s even worse at night.”

Indeed, the banners were so large that they only let in a sliver of light on the left and right edges of the window. There was a little more space at the bottom of the window, but it only afforded a view of the ground directly outside. Strangely enough, anything that qualified as a sight was hidden from view, including the beautiful flowerbeds.

“It’s okay,” Karin replied, “As long as they keep me safe, I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, I guess. Still, it’s a little strange,” Vesti mumbled, “Might be worth keeping in mind for later.”

{Spirit Windows added to Evidence}

Talk: Percy: About Reede

“Percy, what do you think about the vic--, er...Karin’s dad,” Vesti asked, “I mean, as a person. Did you learn anything interesting about him during your investigation?”

“Not particularly,” Percy replied, “And my answer would be exactly the same outside this house. By all accounts he was a good person. Always working hard on the crops in addition to leading the town...And he clearly cared a lot about his family. From what I’ve heard he was extremely welcoming to outsiders too.”

“Too bad we didn’t arrive a little earlier then, huh?”

“I suppose so. Though it’s an even bigger shame that he’s gone.”

“Do you know why anybody would want to, you know...” Vesti glanced worriedly at Karin.

“I know as much as you on that front, I’m afraid,” Percy explained, “I doubt anybody from the town would have had reason to harm him, unless something was going on in the background. However, being the town’s head, he obviously would have been a target for the Yiga.”

“So you think the Yiga Clan was behind everything?” Vesti asked.

“I can’t say with certainty, but most likely. The real question is whether this was a solitary plan by one clansmen or part of a large, organized plot.”

“There’s also the question of who the clansmen is.”

“Well, of course,” Percy said, “ But let’s be honest...it’s absolutely the salesman. That fellow’s completely insane.”

Examine: Bookcase

Vesti decided to check on the bookcase once again, now that it had nearly burned to the ground. Fortunately, he found it in pretty good condition. Some of the journals on the bottom were lightly singed, but everything should still be readable.

He was particularly interested in the children’s book resting atop the pile though. Picking it up, he flipped to the page he had marked earlier. Sure enough, the mysterious drawing was still in perfect condition.

Turning to Karin, Vesti asked, “So, are these books all yours?”

“Pretty much,” Karin replied, “Well, Mama bought them for me. She tries to keep the shelves well-stocked. That way I have something to do when I’m stuck here. The journals are just for me to write about my day in though.”

“I see,” Vesti held up the children’s book. “What about this one?”

“That’s one Mama got me a while ago,” Karin replied, “It’s one of my favorites. Papa would read it to me a lot. He was always so excited every time. I think he liked it too...”

“That’s sweet. Those must be good memories,” Vesti turned back to the page with the drawing and held it up. “What about this page? Was it always like this?”

Karin flinched at the sight of the drawing. She looked down at the floor.

“Umm...I don’t want to talk about that.”

“What?” Vesti cried, “Why not? Did you draw this?”

Karin closed her eyes and whimpered. It didn’t seem like she was going to answer.

“Vesti...” Percy said, “Just leave her alone. I doubt that drawing is even relevant.”

“Alright, yeah. I guess you’re right. Sorry, Karin.” Vesti put the storybook back morosely.

Examine: Beneath Blanket

Vesti stepped to the center of the room where the blanket lay on the floor. He grabbed it by the corners and pulled it off with the flourish of a magician. A cloud of soot leapt into the air as the floor beneath was revealed.

The boards had been scorched a deep black, and a small hole burrowed its way to the grass below. The torch that caused the blaze was twisted and unrecognizable. Several other charred lumps were scattered nearby, likely the remains of Karin’s toy.

“Well, if there was any evidence down there, it’s gone for good now,” Vesti said, looking pointedly at Percy.

“Don’t glare at me like that,” Percy narrowed his eyes. “That was hardly my fault.”

Karin stared glumly at the floor.

“I guess I crashed into you, didn’t I?” she asked, “That wasn’t very nice. I’m sorry.”

“Err...Actually, there’s nothing for you to apologize for,” Percy said, “I’m the one who dropped the torch. Besides, thanks to Vesti’s quick thinking, the flames were controlled as best as they could have been.”

“Oh yeah!” Vesti smiled, “I did that!”

“Yes, it was very impressive, detective, so don’t ruin it by making a fool of yourself,” Percy said, “In any case, I don’t believe we have to worry about evidence being lost. If there was anything in the center of the room before the fire, I would have noticed it.”

“That’s a relief,” Karin mumbled, “You should have no trouble tracking down the monster then, right?”

“Of course. You don’t have to worry about that.”

Talk: Percy: Kirby series

Vesti walked up to Percy and began whispering to him.

“Alright Percy, come on. The Kirby series. You know it’s not scary at all, right?”

“Vesti, are you insane?” Percy said, stepping backwards. “Why are you bringing this up again? You saw how frightened it made her!”

“Only because you didn’t set the record straight!”

“Have you ever even played a Kirby game?” Percy asked.

“Uhh...Well, no.”

“Then you obviously have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Bu--But it’s just some cute game about a puffball. What could possibly be frightening about it?”

“Well, for starters, the main character’s pretty much a psychopath.”

“What--”

“Not to mention it’s existentially dreadful. Lots of creatures die for no real reason.”

“Oh come on--”

“And there’s that part where someone’s eye gets violently torn out.”

Vesti, struck silent, stared at Percy in shock and concern.

“Well...okay, then,” He eventually mumbled, “Geez, should a kid really be playing something like that? Maybe I should warn my brother next time we get together.”

“Oh, I’m sure your nephew will be fine,” Percy replied, “Your family reunions are probably terrifying enough.”

“Geez, that was uncalled for,” Vesti said, crossing his arms. “Not exactly untrue though...Honestly, I feel like you’d fit in great with the rest of us. You don’t happen to have any unwed siblings, do you?”

“No, I’m afraid not. Why on Earth are you asking?”

“That’s a shame.” Vesti elucidated, “I was hoping you could join us sometime.”

“Don’t you have a job to be doing?”

(He has a point. Why am I even talking about this again? I think I’m still missing a piece of evidence here...)

Investigation: Reede’s Home
Examine:
Cabinet.
Talk:
Percy
About Reede
About Karin
Karin
Your Father
Move:
Ventest Clothing Boutique
Present:
To Percy
To Karin
What will you do?

Prestige: 100%

Evidence: kun.boards.net/post/13559

I’m at the border at the at the border


Move: Ventest Clothing Boutique

“Alright, I’m ready,” Vesti said, slamming his notebook shut. “Though I’ve been thinking. Would it be a good idea to try drinking this medicine? For science?”

“That’s an awful idea,” Percy replied, “Karin’s in enough danger as is.”

“Maybe she doesn’t even need it though? We could have it all wrong! What if the medicine is what’s making her sick?”

“No way,” Karin mumbled, “Daddy would never do anything like that...I thought you guys were going to find the monster? Why are you saying such nasty things?”

Percy sighed and put a hand to his face.

“Look, let’s just go back to the town. If we manage to track down more medicine, we can look into that theory. But you’ll be the one to test it.”

“No problem. I’ll struggle through any indigestion if it means finding the truth!”

“Alright, I’m glad that’s settled. Come on, Karin. Let’s go.”

Percy opened the door, leading Karin through. Vesti hung back and took one last look around the singed house before exiting as well. The group carefully walked up the hill. Vesti found himself glancing at the Horned Statue as he passed by. Its leering gaze sent a chill down his spine, but he ignored it and continued onward.

Date: ??? Time: A Short Walk Later. Location: Village, Main Road.

“What in blazes is going on here?”

The main road was packed with townsfolk. Just about everyone Vesti had met was there, as well as plenty of unfamiliar faces, and they were all angry. They waved pitchforks and other farming implements in the air, hurling insults at Beedle, who was lying on the dirt path with his hands and feet tied behind his back. He was cowering on the floor, a look of distress on his face.

“I’m tellin’ ya’, I don’t know a thing!” Beedle cried, “I’ve been bound up all day like a fly in a spider’s web! How could I have done anything?”

Bolson waved a small hammer at the salesman threateningly.

“I’m willing to bet you used one of your fancy Yiga skills to give us the slip, and then you decided to get revenge on us. I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Absolutely not! I’ve never even met the girl, honest!”

Seldon stood at the door of his boutique, staring at the uproar nervously.

“Come on, guys,” he said, “Can’t we all just get along? What if the guests see this? We gotta think about our village’s reputation!”

“Why is everyone shouting?” Karin stammered, covering her ears. “I’m scared.”

“Hey, what’s going on here?” Vesti shouted.

A few of the townsfolk turned toward Vesti and his companions. Soon, a woman’s voice rose from the middle of the mob.

“Oh, thank goodness! She’s safe!”

A woman shoved her way out of the crowd, wrapping Karin in an embrace. It took a moment, but Vesti eventually recognized her as Reede’s wife.

“Mama! I’m so glad you’re here!” Karin cried, smiling and returning the hug.

“I was so worried, Karin. We thought that clansman had taken you.”

“No, I was just back at home, hiding under the covers!”

“Oh, of course. Well, at least we’re together now.”

Vesti turned to the mob, who had now lowered their weapons and were standing around sheepishly. Bolson, in particular, looked highly embarrassed.

“Well now, looks like all’s well that ends well, huh?” He turned to Beedle, cowering on the ground. “We’ve still got this little scoundrel to deal with, though.”

“No!” Beedle shouted, thrashing about. “Don’t deal with me! I’m the one who’s supposed to be makin’ the deals!”

“Hold on a second,” Vesti said, “Can anyone explain to me what’s going on here?”

“Allow me!”

Vesti looked towards the sound of the cheerful voice, not finding anyone until he looked down. A very young girl was skipping away from the crowd. She looked to be much younger than Karin, but had hair as gray as an old woman’s. She wore a white dress, red spectacles, and a large gold hair ornament. Upon reaching Vesti, she struck a cute pose.

“Oh, hello,” Vesti said, looking around the clearing. “Who are you? Where are you parents?”

“I’m Purah! And my parents? Well, they’re dead,” she cheerfully replied.

“Oh! Geez, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to bring up such a sore subject.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Purah said, “They died a loooong time ago. I don’t remember how long it’s been anymore. Maybe 40 years or so?”

“Oh, I see,” Vesti said, nodding. “...Wait, what?”

“Yes, yes, I’m 124 years old. Yes, I look young for my age. Can we just skip this part? I’ve had to explain it to soooo many people already.”

Vesti turned to Percy and jabbed his thumb towards Purah.

“Do you have any idea what her deal is?”

“It’s true,” he calmly explained, “She’s actually the director of the research lab on top of the hill. She was investigating a special rune when some accident turned her into a little girl.”

“Hey, I’ve never met you before!” Purah said, “How’d you know all that? You must be a super talented researcher! How’d you like a job at my station?”

“Wait,” Vesti interjected, “You’re the director? I heard about you! You’re a witness to the crime, aren’t you?”

“That’s right! I saw the whole thing from my research station!” Purah struck a pose and pointed toward Beedle. “And I know that salesman is your man! When I came down here with the news, everyone agreed it was time to drive him out of town!”

“That’s exactly right,” Bolson said, “And now that we’ve found the little girl, there’s no more use to waitin’ around. The Yiga clan didn’t show Reede any mercy, so we’ll show no mercy to him! Now that he’s all tied up, we’ll chuck him into the gorge outside of town! I’d like to see him use his Yiga tricks to get outta that!”

“Now hold on, let’s not be hasty!” Seldon cried, “What happened to our Hateno hospitality? We should just let him go.”

“And let him go runnin’ back to his Yiga pals to put together another, even bigger, attack? No way! We’ll finish him off, here and now. Who’s with me?”

The townsfolk cheer in approval.

“Oh no, this is the end for me!” Beedle wailed, “I never even got to apologize to my momma for bringin’ that hornet’s nest into her home...”

“Whoa, wait a minute!” Vesti shouted, “What is this, a witch trial? I’m still not convinced Beedle’s our guy. We don’t even have any proof he’s with the Yiga. Let’s just talk it out—”

“No proof? Don’t be silly,” Purah said, “He was covered in blood, and half the town’s seen him doing something suspicious! What more proof do you need?”

“Hmm...You might have a point though, Vesti.” Percy mumbled, “I think I know just how to solve this.”

(I’ve got to find a way to calm these people down. Let’s just take this one step at a time.)

Investigation: Main Road
Examine:
Beedle, Bolson.
Talk:
Purah
Witnesses
Percy
Solution?
Move:
I shouldn’t leave Beedle behind...
Present:
To Purah
To Percy
What will you do?

Prestige: 100%

Evidence: kun.boards.net/post/13559