Expiation - Network

[The holographic charm "video" that pops on, should you choose to view it, is of a bespectacled scarecrow of a man some of you may have seen around the inn these past few weeks. He's the one who only seems to wear grey ponchos around and has touched everything in the common rooms of the inn that wouldn't hit him for it, while muttering to himself.

That weirdo.

So here he is, his holo-face briefly looking aside to say,] No, no, I've figured it out! Very clear-cut once you get the trick, absolutely.

[But he makes a brief face when he turns back to the charm, like maybe whichever local in the inn he spoke to about working the thing was very sweet and helpful but also kept trying to feed him... religious propaganda? He's not entirely sure. It's a very specific expression.

That's not the point though. Here's the point:]

Hi. I'm Palamedes— Sextus or the Sixth or don't strain yourself too hard, just Palamedes is fine— and I've a number of inquiries for the community at large.

First: Are any of you necromancers? And before someone decides to air their insensitivities out and take up a lot of time, no, not the sort of necromancy that does resurrections. That's ignorant of you to assume.

[That's out of the way.... ahem.]

Second: How many of you actually did the crime you've been accused of? You don't have to tell me what it is! Although, if you do, I'll- [don't say take it to the grave you necro dingus] -keep mum about it. Stolidly. I promise. If you'd prefer to keep it to a simple "yes" or "no," do know that I'm going to write it down for statistical purposes.

And Third!— What do you have with you from your home, and could I touch it? It's for proof of theory. I'll tell you the theory, if you like.

[He says this like he really wants someone to ask him about the theory-!!]

That's all; let me know. I'm at the inn.