Diary of Detective Miluan:
May 13. The cold wind and icy rain continued to claw at my skin. The smell of crime hangs thick in the dank air. This weather has lasted for 37 straight days..
I am still investigating the mysterious disappearances that seem to crop up everywhere, while those who have been exiled suddenly reappear. At first, I thought the Black Bone Pirates were in the business of smuggling people, but I don't think it's really that simple.
According to my investigation, the latest disappearance occurred in Kaslow's suburbs near the residence of Duke Frank. Are the upper echelons of Kaslow involved? I decided to disguise myself as a socialite and dig for clues at one of the resident's galas tonight.
This was certainly an important event for high society. Practically everyone that matters was there. Lieutenant Jessica looked as radiant as always, Duke Posolain had an affable smile pinned to his face, and Andre looked the part of the bored millionaire. I'd reserved my attention for Jarl, the Commander of the Praetorian Guard.
His pomp and circumstance merely masked his ugly nature. His henchmen looked on from the outskirts of the dance floor, scowling. I knew they must be plotting something.
I picked up two glasses of strong liquor and carefully sidled into their circle. This was a foolhardy act, but I felt I had no other choice.
I approached the bar and sat down next to a young man, Frantik, the duke's son.