The Investigation Continues

"The Investigation Continues" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread started on [IRL DATE] and finished on [IRL DATE].
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Farris whistled quietly to himself as he set a cast iron kettle over his fire place, and then crashed into his arm chair with a sigh. It had been a good day of work, as usual, and the unpleasant memories of the dragon battle were finally fading. The memory of his boss’s display of cold wrath was still an unsettling matter though. But he worked to put it out of his mind. 
Oddly enough though. He felt as though he wasn’t alone…
@hubwalker1
hubwalker1
“Hard days work?” A voice asked him from what sounded like in front of him. “Farris.” The voice now sounded like it was coming from in front of him, but he couldn’t see anything.
moe-lazyeye
“Whoa!” Farris staggered back a step and looked around warily. “I um…I…yes it was…but…but who goes there?” 
hubwalker1
“That doesn’t concern you.” Beatrice said as she stepped from the shadows. “What does concern you is Dixie Donz, his pistol, and Darien Whiteland.”
moe-lazyeye
Farris gripped his sword hilt apprehensively as he took a sturdy step away from the trespasser. “I know not if you are friend or foe. But this invasion of my home is hardly appropriate.” He glanced towards the door, and then back at her. “I shall speak to you as a stranger in the streets, or as a guest within my house. Which do you prefer?”   
hubwalker1
“A guest, for your sake. For if you drew that sword you would not live to speak ever again. She pulls a chair over and takes a seat across from him. “Please, sit.” She said as she gestures to his armchair.
moe-lazyeye
“My sword would only ever be drawn to defend myself or others from ill intent or wickedness.” Farris sat down across from her. “You ask me of my boss, a possession of his, and a man known through the land. What details could I, a humble relief worker, hope to give you? ”
hubwalker1
“Cut the dragon shit Farris. I want to know what you know about what happened to his pistol.” She said as she crossed her arms over her chest.
moe-lazyeye
“You dare accuse me of dragon shit while you yourself are a home invader!” Farris thumped his fists against the seat arms. “All I know of that pistol is that Dixie always keeps it on his person as self defense, and once used it to try and kill the Indigo Phantom. Not that it did much good.” He paused with a frown. “Wait…no…no there was something else. You spoke of Whiteland. I heard he was injured by an explosive. It may have been the same weapon.” He shook his head. “But again, why come to me with this?” 
hubwalker1
“His pistol went missing when he stayed at the inn when he went up against the flock of Furies. An inn you yourself have spent time at in the past.”
moe-lazyeye
“Many people frequent that tavern, but I suppose my connection with Dixie along with the timing of all that warrants questions. Tis fair, although a knock at the door would have been doubtless better received.” With a hum he shakes his head. “No matter. I cannot help you unless I know for sure what it is you seek. Is it the recovery of this weapon? And also, who are you to ask? It’s not as though I have classified information, but I’d rather not betray any of my own causes by helping you.”  
hubwalker1
“I’m working for Dixie to find the one who stole the weapon.” Technically true. “I came to you because this wasn’t the first time you checked into the tavern. Why were you there the last time.”
moe-lazyeye
There was clear doubt on Farris’s face, but he obliged for now. His eagerness to put his life on the line to fight Indigo was fueled by a slaughter of innocent lives and his own destitute psyche as a result of Rhenco’s hotel. Now his life had purpose, peace, and no extenuating circumstances. So favored the route that would avoid putting himself in danger. 
“I am to help him prepare for the fight against the dragons. And to perhaps get word of how my father and brother were…” He glanced at the bowl of letters on the table. “I…was curious despite my reluctance to establish regular communication.”    
hubwalker1
This didn’t interest her so she switched her line of questioning. “Who would have had access to Dixie’s room before he lost his pistol?”
moe-lazyeye
“No one.” Farris said with a shrug. “Unless he either forgot to lock his door or there was a lock picker in the inn. In which case, your suspects would be nearly too wide to widdle down.”
hubwalker1
“How likely was it that he forgot to lock it?” She asked.
moe-lazyeye
“I wouldn’t be able to tell you.” Farris said with a shrug. “He’s a good boss, but not super interpersonal. Besides, I’ve been keeping to myself most days.” His eyes then narrowed. “Still…hard to believe your presence is the result of a lost property inquiry. But I get the impression you won’t actually be telling me why you are asking me these questions.”
He folded his arms. “Dixie left for the mainland some time ago. You can ask him. Or, you can talk to the Phantom, Chief Grey, my brother and father, Darien himself, or even a lad named Dario. Last I heard those were the people he had any kind of dealings with leading up to the dragon fight and subsequent departure.” 
Beatrice began to mentally check off all but 2 names. "What do your father and brother have to do with this?" She asked.
moe-lazyeye
Farris took on a different expression, one of anger, but also conflict. “Hardly anything at all. I think Dixie took exception to them being let off for their crimes so leniently. Even though it scarcely effected him. A sense of justice I can relate to...”
He drummed his fingers, trying to think of anything relevant that might cause this stranger to leave. He then blinked, as if a thought had occurred to him. His eyes flickered, the image of a man who was weighing risks, and debating the wisdom of his next words.  
“The...only other thing unusual I can tell you is...although I doubt its relevance...is that Dixie located an...old enemy...of mine and many others. This happened around the time he left as well. But that’s all I know really...” 
hubwalker1
"An old enemy?" She asks. "Who?" She didn't want to waste any time. "And where were they?"
moe-lazyeye
“A man named Rhenco. Rumor has it he’s in a small coastal village across from the island where the city of Temple Gate resides.” Farris’s mind was obviously disturbed by old memories. “He made a stir here on the island so it’s possible you already know of him and his methods. If not, I’ll regal you the basics, although the process will be unpleasant for me.”  
hubwalker1
"I am familiar with the works of Rhenco, and those of you and your family. Tell me, did Dixie mention to anyone that Darien resided on Haligan?"
moe-lazyeye
"I mean...most likely." Farris said, put off a little by the mention of his families former 'work.' "Although I myself learned of it from my father who met the man by chance. But I don't think there's a person on Halligan that doesn't know Darien lives here since the day he arrived. The rest of the continent probably knows too because of the size of the man's reputation alone."
hubwalker1
"Yes, but..." She sighed. The vague questions thing wasn't helping her and she was becoming frustrated with it. She was an assassin not a private investigator. "I'm going to give it to you straight. Darien was shot in the leg with a pistol that Dixie lost while at that inn. It had to be someone who was there when before he left to fight the dragons, who would have been able to get into his room and steal the weapon, and who would have known Darien was living in Haligan and felt strongly enough to hurt him."
moe-lazyeye
“Oh...” Farris rubbed the back of his neck as the pieces fell into place a little better for him. “I see...you coming to me for additional information makes a little more sense now. Unfortunately, I still don’t think there is much I can tell you.” The gears in his mind were clearly turning. Knowing her motivation helped, he didn’t feel as though he were betraying anyone now. Still, he wanted to provide her with something that would get her to leave. Another thought occurred to him. “I am poor at strategy. As far as I can tell, anyone could have taken that pistol due to it being high traffic. And anyone, hel, everyone, has reason to harm Darien. That said, my brother is much more intuitive. He has a mind for this kind of thing. He and father were also some of the last people Dixie said he spoke with before leaving. They might be able to help you. But I’d implore you to confront them in an approach other than cloak and dagger. They, so far, have been highly cooperative helping the rebellion. But if they are frightened their minds may lose their focus.” 
hubwalker1
"Noted." She said. "Can you tell me where I can find them?"
moe-lazyeye
“They live isolated on the outside of the main town.” Farris sighed as he looked away. “The Chief will be able to direct you I’m sure if you have any trouble...”  
hubwalker1
"That won't be necessary." She said as she stands. "Is there anything I could tell them to let them know you sent me their way."
moe-lazyeye
Farris kept his eyes downcast and off to the side. “No…” He says. “Just tell them you’re on an official investigation and you should learn what they know. Whether its helpful or not.”