Lion Head Mesa socius

there was an odd noise. the man's brow furrowed. perhaps he had not heard it before over all the wailing. it was a particular clinking noise and when gucci came to him, he saw it was a decoration of sorts. but he was not here to comment on the noble's fashion.

gucci spoke with a particularly accented voice. the eagle observed his smooth recovery and made a mental note. he bowed to the esteemed small man. "neb gucci. i am germanicus. i have called to interview you about the queen's murder."