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Varg dipped his fingers in the blood of the dead prostitute. "Hmm..." He sniffed his fingertips.

One of the younger city guards looked at him, apparently disturbed by the werewolf's methods. "Have you no respect for the dead?!" he hissed.

"I am doing my job", replied Varg. "And from what I can smell I would guess that she was given something strong, presumably Skooma or some kind of other drug to numb her senses. That's why no one heard any screaming."

"So, the innkeeper is innocent?" asked the young guard, impressed by how someone could read the blood of the dead.

"Maybe, but he is a suspect for now. I want you to secure the crime scene and post at least two guards here while I get home and get some rest. I will come back later as soon as I wake up. Apprehend the innkeeper for now and I will have a talk with him as well."

"Yes sir!" replied the young guard.

What a night, Varg thought and trotted his way back to his shack by the docks.