Suddenly, a sleek black cougar slinks from behind a curtain. With a guttural growl, it transforms into French Maid Nidalee. She lazily twirls her spear and adjusts a lace ruffle framing her overflowing décolletage.
And you call yourselves intelligentsiayou clearly havent gleaned anything from this inquisition. All you pompous, affected faux-dilettantes deserve to tumble off your high horses! As if you have any notion of what really befell this unfortunate soul; every savvy bestselling mystery writer knows that the real juice is squeezed down in the servants quarters.









If it were up to me, Id throw you all into Nashors pit. As it is, though, Im turning you over to Officer Caitlyn; shell lock you up from October 5 to October 8 until you can post your bail. Now get out; I need to finish mopping up this messdo you have any idea how hard it is to scrub blood out of a Shuriman wool carpet?!
As the last of the guests files out the door, Nidalees stony expression twists into one of glee. Slipping her hands into the dead mans jacket, she withdraws a weighty purse of gold. Clutching it in her teeth, she morphs back into her feline incarnation. As she does, her claws exactly align with the bloody gouges on the victims chest.
Oh, how I do enjoy a thrilling game of cat and mouse
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And you call yourselves intelligentsiayou clearly havent gleaned anything from this inquisition. All you pompous, affected faux-dilettantes deserve to tumble off your high horses! As if you have any notion of what really befell this unfortunate soul; every savvy bestselling mystery writer knows that the real juice is squeezed down in the servants quarters.
- Hes been the consummate Jolly Roger this nightswashbuckling, yo-ho-ho, all that ridiculous swillbut I witnessed Gangplank slipping a noxious tonic into our guests shot of rum. Confiscate this fiends grog-soaked blade, then pay up 487 RP to watch him walk the plank!
- Udyr is literally a beast! Hes apt to let those primal instincts take over at any time. Looking at the marks on our unfortunate guests throat, we cant possibly rule out a savage tiger attackhow bizarre, yet convenient. Cage this animal for 487 RP.
- No one does a sensuous fan dance quite like Karma, but, as everyone knows, shes a cruel mistress as well. How else to explain her hastily-wrapped kimono and conspicuously stained silk fan? 487 RP might buy her a new one, but probably not where shes going.



- Bladecraft Orianna? She positively gleams with malice! I spied her honing her balls innumerable knife edges on the kitchen whetstonewhilst flirting with the butler! (Where else do you think that jaunty jacket came from?) Apparently, a little dangerous cuddling winds her up as foreplay to a murder. Ill stick her for 487 RP.
- Oh, Defender Leona, despite your ambassador of the sun nonsense, you possess a truly dark streak. Why else would such a paragon of righteousness stick her nose into our private stash of, ahem, potent Icathian foliage? Who knows what you hallucinated in the name of justice while wandering crazed in the moonlight just take this 487 RP and clear your head.
- Finally, I found this piece of work dangling in the dumbwaiter. Asylum Shaco was cavorting loose and fancy-free in Demacia, darting among the shadows, and nobody here knew?! Lucky I nabbed him before you all tripped over his jack-in-the-boxes. Ill be collecting that bounty of 487 RP now, thank you kindly.






If it were up to me, Id throw you all into Nashors pit. As it is, though, Im turning you over to Officer Caitlyn; shell lock you up from October 5 to October 8 until you can post your bail. Now get out; I need to finish mopping up this messdo you have any idea how hard it is to scrub blood out of a Shuriman wool carpet?!
As the last of the guests files out the door, Nidalees stony expression twists into one of glee. Slipping her hands into the dead mans jacket, she withdraws a weighty purse of gold. Clutching it in her teeth, she morphs back into her feline incarnation. As she does, her claws exactly align with the bloody gouges on the victims chest.
Oh, how I do enjoy a thrilling game of cat and mouse
Continue reading...