Thread: The Grim Darkness (Alvis & Ghostwolf)

The Governor turned back around to look at Wolfe, a mildly bemused expression of his face, his brows furrowed. He shook his head, his mustache wiggling once again along with a slight twitch of the long scar upon his face. I have no intention of obstructing this investigation Wolfe. I will do everything in my power to assist you. He presses his lips tight together, looking once more at the body on the floor of his palace. My friend is dead, killed in my own home. I want those responsible found and given the Emperors justice more than anyone. He returns his gaze to the Arbitrator, looking at him with one natural and one bionic eye. I simply meant I would not have you interrogating my daughter in the heavy handed way you Arbites are known for in the slums. She is my daughter. I will not have her harmed or intimated by anyway. Looking Wolfe up and down again, another wiggle of his top lip. But. You were an Inquisitors man. I trust you have more subtlety about you. Nodding, Yes, I thought as much. Ive seen their work before you know. The Governor seemed to stand taller, his chest puffing out as he appeared to be remembering his glory days. Never liked them myself. Much prefer a good sturdy laspistol. Theyre reliable. A weapon you can trust in. He furrows his browse again, nodding enthusiastically. Anyway, yes! My daughter awaits. He turns from Wolfe once more, leading the way. Up the grand staircase at the rear of the entrance hall, and up the steps to the right. Down a long hallway with a lush carpet, showing the Investigator the grandeur of the palace. Another turn here, and another turn there. Eventually he stopped in front of a bright white door, turning to make sure Wolfe was still with him. My daughters solar. He knocked on the door, three short raps. A voice replied instantly, soft and sweet. Come in Father. Governor Burroughs hand reached down to grasp the knob, but he paused before turning, once again looking at Wolfe. Please. Be gentle with her he pleaded, his face a picture of concern. It morphed into a sad cheerful smile as he pushed open the door, stepping into the room. Darling, this is Chief Investigator Wolfe. Hes here to talk about Tyrin. The Governors daughter was found seated at her large window, cross legged with her back against the soft plush cushions, a small half empty crystal glass of amber liquid clasped between her hands in her lap. She was looking out of the window, over the many well tended gardens and grounds of the palace, the setting sun catching in her hair highlighting it like spun gold. Her gaze moved from the outside world to those intruding on her thoughts, her expressive eyes sorrowful. She carefully unfolded herself, standing from the window seat. Her pale yellow gown flowed down about her, covering her bare feet. She walked towards her father and this new imposing armoured figure, foregoing the wearing of her shoes which were left stood together in front of the window This is my daughter, Alexa . Good evening, Sir. Its a pleasure to meet you. Still mindful of her manners, even in these circumstances. Setting down the glass she held on the round table in the centre of the room, she held out her hand for the Investigator to shake. Ill leave you to it. The Governor announced, only shaking his head at Alexas pleading looks to stay. With one last glance at Wolfe, Governor Burroughs closed the door.