@finlayhall The Port Leiry City Morgue Midday
Tressa had taken it upon herself to offer poor Wyrmwood the services of Embrace for free, a gift from Pretorius in condolence - she and Estela would endeavor to piece poor Fia back together again, to make her good as new. But before all that artistry can be done, Fia Palmgren has to pass through the first gate at the entryway to death - she is, of course, the victim of a crime, and while the hidden world of Port Leiry might know just who did it, that doesn't necessarily square in the eyes of The Port Leiry Police Department.
And so, they must go about the pageantry and masquerade of this being just one of those Port Leiry things.
And Tressa sits at her desk, logging meticulously every little carving on Fia's body into the program on her desktop computer, sipping something deep dark and suspect from a cup - it looks like wine, but it tastes like Chunky Monkey. Magic is strange.
She hears the door to the suite open, and turns, and her look of concentration turns into a smile that goes wide goes wide. Tressa doesn't stand, but she does relax in her chair before greeting him.
"Well well well, if it isn't Sherlock Holmes himself! We don't need to stand on pretense here, do we?" She grabs her cup up again, sipping loudly through the straw - witch blood or no, it's starting to go a little stale, and she wrinkles her nose as she casts her eyes to the shrouded shape on the slab across the suite
