"Good morning," he said politely, inclining his head to those who stood with him. "From what I understand, groups of your crew are going with Councilor Bal Valad or one of our guardsmen in search of information relating to those who went missing at the time of last night's attack. You have my condolences and wishes for good news in their speedy recovery."
He seemed tired, but through that, sincere. That somewhat befuddled air he had around him, as if he wasn't entirely grounded in the here and now, felt almost stronger than the day prior. For lack of better words, it looked as if he'd worked the prior night through. Little wonder why.
"I have reports," he started, then sighed. "Reports from the initial forensic evidence gathered. Most of it's speculative, if the only deaths we were able to confirm were for a young couple unrelated to your crew." He sounded calm, a hint of something in the set of his shoulders, but hard to read. "We should have more by midday, and what leads we've followed will be discussed with your fellow crewmembers. I suggest keeping lines of communication open with them on whatever technology you have available. Should you wish to be supplied with communication devices, I'm happy to oblige."
That being out of the way, he continued on. "For now, I've been asked by my fellow Councilors to escort you to the Clonebank as well as accommodate questions and requests on your behalf as much as we possibly can. If you'd follow me..."
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"Good morning," he said politely, inclining his head to those who stood with him. "From what I understand, groups of your crew are going with Councilor Bal Valad or one of our guardsmen in search of information relating to those who went missing at the time of last night's attack. You have my condolences and wishes for good news in their speedy recovery."
He seemed tired, but through that, sincere. That somewhat befuddled air he had around him, as if he wasn't entirely grounded in the here and now, felt almost stronger than the day prior. For lack of better words, it looked as if he'd worked the prior night through. Little wonder why.
"I have reports," he started, then sighed. "Reports from the initial forensic evidence gathered. Most of it's speculative, if the only deaths we were able to confirm were for a young couple unrelated to your crew." He sounded calm, a hint of something in the set of his shoulders, but hard to read. "We should have more by midday, and what leads we've followed will be discussed with your fellow crewmembers. I suggest keeping lines of communication open with them on whatever technology you have available. Should you wish to be supplied with communication devices, I'm happy to oblige."
That being out of the way, he continued on. "For now, I've been asked by my fellow Councilors to escort you to the Clonebank as well as accommodate questions and requests on your behalf as much as we possibly can. If you'd follow me..."
There was a nice vehicle waiting outside.