Grace walked down the street, whistling a short tune. she was doing her nightly rounds to make sure all was well in the village. La'marri was generally a peaceful place, but sometimes there were problems. It was her job to resolve them. She was turning the corner when she almost collided with a running figure. It was Stephen, one of the villages many small children. In the dim torchlight Grace could see that his eyes were streaked with tears and she could here the boyl's shortness of breath.
"Stevie what's wrong, what's going on?" Grace asked the clearly distraught child.
The boy grabbed the half-Orc woman, "Oh Grace there's a fight. With blades and everything! There was so much blood, I think somebody died!"
Grace growled. This was bad, this kind if thing almost never happened around here. She grabbed the boy by his shoulders and looked in his eyes. "Stephen, I need you to tell me. Where were they fighting and who was it? Were they strangers or were they from the village?"
The boy shook his head. "It happened behind Phil's shop in the alley. I'm not sure who it was. I... I just saw it and ran as fast as I could. I, I think they're strangers. They didn't look like anyone I know.
Grace squeezed his shoulders. "Good man, that was the right thing to do. Now, you go to Frederick, the other Peace Keeper, and you tell him what you told me. And tell him that Grace is going on ahead."
She released the boy and stepped around him, before taking off down the street at more-than-human speed. She knew the entire village like the back of her hand and barely two minutes elapsed before she was turning the corner leading into the alleyway behind Phil's shop.
The scene she was confronted with shocker her. The boy was right, there was a lot of blood. Three men lay crumpled in heaps, all of them dead judging by the amount of red coating there still forms. An elf was sitting with his back against the wall to the ship, his breath coming out in short ragged gasps. He was also covered in red and had some serious looking injuries.
Graces hurriedly pulled out her cudgel and put the weapon at ready. "Oy elf, who are you, why did you kill these men, and will you be taken into custody peacefully?" Depending on his answer, Grace might have to wound him a bit more.
((OOC: Sorry for any typos, phone posts are tough.))