J. Magi

"I . . ." She bit her lip thinking. "I don't have anything to say."

Sharlee shifted nervously, she looked conflicted, even opened her mouth to say something but then changed her mind, and closed it. "I have no idea," Sharp said.

"Maybe . . . It was hard to tell," He takes one of the knives and looks at it. "Yeah, that would be about right."

"I'm not sure . . . I'm not an expert. It was fairly deep thought, obviously deep enough to kill."

"Go ahead." The gemstones all fit neatly into each of the knives, not one is missing. There isn't any left over for the missing knife.

He glances at the bloody clothing in her hands, "I see." He leaned back in his chair, looking tired. "Uncle?" Sharp asked, "Why did you have bloody clothing in you room?" Sharvil didn't answer. Sharlee sniffed loudly.

He pulls some reading glasses out of his pocket and gestures for her to move closer. "Hmm these eyes don't work the way they used too . . . where did you find these dear?"

"We appreciate it," Sharp said queitly. His eyes narrowed, "Oh . . . I'm sure I pulled them all out and sold them years ago, it's difficult to remember."

They go to the sitting room then! Someone had covered Sharon's body with a sheet, though it still lay on the floor. Sharp was sitting in one of the chairs, his eyes distant. Sharvil sat next to him, looking somewhat more surprised than he did on the morning of Sharp III's death. Sharlee was there as well, just come back from the market--she was still wearing her jacket and holding a basket. Her face was red and her eyes were full of tears. "We're here," Sharp'i said, opening the door for Kandy. He set the knife collection on the coffee table.

"Uh . . . sure." He pulls the plaque out of the shelf. "Anything else?"

"I . . . wow, really? Yeah, you probably should." He gestures for her to follow him back to the sitting room.

"Find anything?" Sharp'i's just arrived at the open door. "Sharp wants to have another family meeting about all this."

The clothes look masculine, and are large enough for any adult. Just a simple white button up and slacks. As you lift them up, a few tiny gems fall out of the pocket.

Penn does as suggested.

There's a drawer here. When you open it, inside a is a pair of clothes, covered in dried blood. (remember, Sharps murder happened a few days ago timeline-wise).

You can't see anything immediately, but the scent is coming from one of the bookshelves.

The room smells so weird though bro. And kinda familiar. Whatever it is, you've smelled it before. Also, Sharp took care of the body, so he would have any information on the wounds or state of the body.

As described before, each knife has divots in the handle made for gems to be set inside. They had probably been very pretty before someone had pulled the gems out. You notice that they vary in size, the far left one being the size of a finger, and the far right one being as long as your forearm. The missing one is gone from the longer side of things.

"Absolutely!" He says, pulling one out of a side pocket. "Alright then, as long as your happy."

They sit on the same shelf they had before, mostly untouched. They have been dusted now though, and the silhouette of the missing one is gone. One again your struck by how weirdly metallic it smells in that room.

"Not every problem can be solved with over-sized swords, my friend." Penn said as he started pulling random objects out of his coat, looking for something useful. (His coat is like a mary poppins bag)