Entry 8: You Must Construct Additional Proof!
“Hey, slow down there!” were the first words Elizabeth heard spoken after being for a few days under the care of the cathedral infirmary after her assassination attempt partially succeeding. The woman woke up uneasy; remembering the last thing she saw was an assassin taking away what she thought to be the container with her deed. The Doctor helped her up, placing extra pillows so she could sit back on them. “Now don’t move too much, you have to let your body regain its strength first.”
“What… happened….” Slowly said the woman as it seemed she was under the effect of pain killers.
“You should be asking what didn’t happen, young woman!” Doctor Shaina Fuller sad beside her on a small stool. “You have no idea what has been happening in Stormwind for the past days because of you.”
“What… did I do?” some drool came out of her mouth.
“Oh, look at you” the woman cleaned Elizabeth’s mouth. “Now little angle, you didn’t do anything, it’s a little… complicated. I don’t think you want to hear a woman ramble as she tries to explain everything that has happened…”
“Can’t go anywhere….. Anyway…..”
“Alright, if you insist, where do I start….” And the woman began to tell Elizabeth about what had occurred.
It was very late, yet Stormwind Keep was having an unusual activity, both Bolvar Fordragon and Lady Prestor had heard of the fighting that had happened inside the castle, the two at the throne room waiting for an explanation, the room being full of royal guards all around as the castle’s guard was on high alert.
“What is the meaning of all the racket in the keep?!” shrieked Katrana Prestor in anger as the royal guard who brought Lescovar arrived. Gregor Lescovar had been tied and was thrown in front of the two, the man still alive but looked like he had been attacked by a fearsome beast in rage. When Katrana laid her eyes on him, her mind was filled with concern, thinking she might have been discovered.
“Guards, explain why you bring before us the noble Gregor Lescovar, not only tied but also….” Began to speak Bolvar “…heavily injure. Bring the crown medic!” he gave the order quickly. One of the royal soldiers that had brought the prisoner kneeled down.
“Sir, this man no longer deserves to be called a noble! He was caught making dealings with enemies of Stormwind!”
“Enemies of Stormwind?” The highlord inquired for more information.
“It’s all a lie!! A LIE!! Protect me, Highlord, there’s a mad man who wants to kill me!” Gregor Lescovar began to cry to Bolvar.
“Release him; these men come with no proof of such claim!” Katrana Prestor angrily demanded, but as the guards approached the man, Tyrion came out from between the crowd, with his recorder high up in the air. “I have the proof right here!” and the gnome proceeded to press the replay button.
In the recording, the clear voice of Lord Gregor could be heard. “I’ve supported the blasted brotherhood far too much to be caught in league with them!” The gnome then stopped the recorded message from playing. “How about you keep that traitor tied down?”
Lady Katrana Prestor was struck hard by the evidence presented, yet she was cunning, and began asking questions. “How can we trust this recording you so much claim to be “proof” of a NOBLE being a traitor!?”
“Uhm…… well I….” the gnome started to stutter as he didn’t knew what to say.
“Ha! So much for your little proof!” she grinds malevolently.
“But it’s his voice! His own voice said it!” the gnome refuted.
“It’s no proof for me, gnome!”
“Well then, what about his assass…” but then the gnome remembered Agent Vanseph was nowhere to be found with the assassin, having lost him in the confusion that Duthorian Rall caused as he assaulted Gregor.
“You have nothing else to say than stutter and mumble!? I have no time for all of this!”
The gnome was in a tight spot, he couldn’t believe that even with a recording of Gregor mentioning ties with the Defias, it was not enough to get passed the dreaded Lady Katrana Prestor, who brushed off any claim with her so over used “Not enough proof.” response. The scene did indeed look grim, but soon into it arrived Mathias Shaw, who had heard everything from the recording up to Lady Katrana talking back to the gnome.
“Your majesty, maybe I can put this disarray in order?”
The Katrana looked at Mathias with anger, as she knew just how cunning the man was, wanting to keep clear away from his snooping around. “I find it hard to believe!”
“Proceed then with your proof, Shaw.” Requested Bolvar.
“Thank you, highlord. I’ll try to be as brief as I can.” He paced around for a few seconds, making Katrana grow impatient before he spoke. “Earlier today there’s was an attempt at murder at Old Town. I believe both are informed about it, being the area so close to the keep.”
“Yes, Shaw, I was informed, though I don’t know the details well.” Responded Bolvar, Katrana didn’t respond.
“Well, it so happens that I took a little… “liberty” in investigating the crime. And I found something very… peculiar. The victim had been stolen a certain… container. Now” then Mathias drew out one container showing them around. “One of these was the container that was found in the scene of his apprehension, mind you all, STILL on his grasp.” And he pointed at Lescovar.
“You don’t have proof that I had my hands on anything!” he yelled.
“Right! What proof do you have over this claim, Shaw? How can I believe that his grasp was still on it?” Katrana questioned the so called proof Mathias showed.
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, but the thing is, this container that I’m holding now isn’t the one he had, he had another one!” he then drew out a bundle of cloth and uncovered, in it there was the container Lescovar had held with his cut hand still attached to it. Everyone let out a gasp of surprise as they saw it.
“As you can see, Lord Gregor…. This is your missing hand, it even has your seal ring, the one all nobles usually carry with them. I believe that should be enough to proof that he indeed had it with him.”
Lescovar remained quiet as he saw his own hand betray him.
“I still don’t see the offense he caused that would warrant having his hand cut off and his person tied up like a low thief! How can you explain that this so called container is the same you claim to have been taken from someone? Let alone a motive for taking it?”
“Oh that’s very simple! You see, a normal container would had been impossible to tell apart from any other container… but that’s exactly the thing, the container found, literally in the hand of Lescovar…” and he showed the container Lescovar had held. “…was actually an official SI: 7 container! Now, the SI: 7 container looks like an average one would, but if you give it a careful look on the bottom and bellow its cap, you will notice that it has a mark that identifies it as property of SI: 7.” He then approached Bolvar and handed the container without the hand for him to examine it. “Why was Lord Gregor Lescovar, a noble that has no ties at all with SI: 7, with a container that’s property of SI: 7? Especially, a container that had been swapped in SI: 7 by mistake with this other container…” he then showed the deed container. “…that had previously been in the grasp of said woman who had been assaulted earlier today.” He then paused for a moment looking at Katrana, whose face filled with anger as she couldn’t think of anything aside her classic claim of no proof.
“Of course there’s the problem of why steal it right? Well, the container that had been swapped, which I have right here, has inside something very interesting of its own.” Mathias then opened it and drew out Elizabeth’s deed. “This is a deed of land. At first it’s not obvious why this item has relevance, but after finding out that this man here had bought this land when it hit the Town Hall’s open auctions, then made a building in it, and later lost all of that due to the fact an owner had shown up claiming the land was rightfully hers, you may understand the motive.” He then tucked away the deed in the container. “He wants the land back! But since the owner had no interest in parting with the land, Lescovar resorted to attempt killing her, destroy the new deed and then worm his way into grasp of the property again!”
“That’s a lie! I would never do that, I’m a noble!” cried Lord Gregor Lescovar, but he was soon silenced by a conversation coming from Tyrion’s device.
“But sir… we left the woman to her death, surely you could just repurchase it with the refund you got!”
“SILENCE, YOU IDIOT! With the farm house I built on it, the cost of that land will sky rocket! The whole reason I ordered the house in the property burned before buying it was so the land would be sold cheap, now I’ll have to pay for the land AND for the house that’s inside it!”
“I’m sorry, “Lord” Gregor, but wasn’t that now your voice admitting it?”
“Alright this has gone far long enough.” Let out Bolvar. Katrana Prestor was furious; she didn’t say anything as she left the room in anger. Bolvar, ignoring her, continued “You are very aware of the consequences of being a traitor to the city of Stormwind, don’t you?”
“No please, have mercy!”
“Take this man away from my sight, and get someone to clean up the royal chambers, I don’t want to see his blood tarnishing the floors of our beloved keep.” Bolvar gave the order, and quickly Royal guards dragged Lescovar out of the royal chamber as he left.
“What about…. The guy that assaulted him…” a guard said in a low tone, Mathias being the only one who caught an ear on it. Mathias then threw out a copper coin on the floor. “Oh look a copper on the floor!” and he patted the soldier on the back “You should pick that up!” and then whispered “and keep your mouth shut.” The guard looked at him with a face that said the bribe wasn’t enough. “Fine!” He then took ten gold coins and put it on the man’s glove. “Happy?” and as the soldier when away without uttering a word, Mathias sighed “The things I do for my men…”
“After everything was over at the Stormwind keep, Mathias returned with Duthorian over here to the Cathedral soon after, he didn’t stay long though, because it was really late at night.” The doctor finished retelling some of the events that had occurred, pausing as she looked at the woman, who seemed tired.
“I….can’t believe I’ve been… worrying people so much….” The woman was still evidently under the effects of medicine and still couldn’t talk well, her eyes lazy in movement.
“I think you should get to sleep….”
“I don’t want….. to….. tell me more.”
“Alright...” and she continued on talking with her.