4 You aren't doing either tasks right!

"This is old Edgar's tent." Chief Ambers pointed at it once they were about 4 meters close to it.

Delion Catell the second has requested to see both crime scenes in order to shed more light upon this mystery. "I'm surprised your villagers didn't ransack his tent."

Feeling rather offended, since she is in charge of this place. Ambers couldn't resist to state how her people really are or at least how she thinks they are. "No one here would go low enough to rob a dead old man's things, my people don't have much but wouldn't do this!"

Knowing what he is talking about, instead of just trying to offend her Delion decides to add. "They wouldn't steal anything but somehow two people got murdered close to each other time-wise?"

Ambers remained speechless on that topic, but knew what to ask towards another. "So you are sure these are murders?"

"No." He cites directly and opened the tent to examine its contents.

Delion sighed in dissatisfaction and murmured, "Just when I thought that I got the smell of dead corpses out of my nose."

He is obviously complaining even after the agreed reward but Ambers just glanced behind him and felt genuinely happy.

Sure Delion has an attitude worse than a wild boar but at least he knows what to do here. Isn't that the most important thing?

"There are signs of struggle here, its not a surprise that you missed them." Delion specified and could practically sense Ambers rolling her eyes behind him.

"Can you tell me in detail?" She demands, still standing behind him and not poking her head in.

"Come take a look." He requests and refused to budge on the side.

Ambers tried to stick her head in the tent with the limited space given but still couldn't manage to get a proper view so she put her hand on his shoulder and stretched in more.

Losing balance due to being far out stretched, she started falling in her side and thanks to instinct she clung on Delion's shoulder.

He has a tight footing on the ground, but not enough to stand in place after a 6.4 foot tall woman drags him down.

He ended up over the town's chief, laying on his belly while she's laying on her back. It is fair to say that even after considering the size differences, their noses managed to touch.

Now from any outsider who might be passing by, this scene can be easily misunderstood especially if the normalized common sense is involved.

Ambers is 35 years old, Delion is 39 and both of them are alone and single. Most would think that they just have needs and are getting at it.

Unfortunate enough an old man with a cane was walking by.

Taking one careful step after the other, he noticed the commotion on the tent.

He saw how both the chief and Delion made a huge panic trying to get out of the tent and finally making it out.

The old man raised his other hand, and with a mildly loud but obviously old tone he shouts. "You aren't doing either tasks right!"

Afterwards he calmly walks away, as if he didn't further embarrass the investigators.

"Great! Now we lost all evidence!" Delion complained as he raised his arms on the air with enough anger that he almost accidentally smacked chief Ambers. "How can you be that clumsy? Now the village will think that we got horny in a dead man's tent!"

"Oh relax." She assures with a calm wave, having it extremely hard to hold in her laughter but managing to do it anyway. "The only thing old Bill talks about is his body problems and the War of 1212."

...

"Interesting." Delion murmured within himself, gazing upon Daril's death bed.

"Found anything interesting?" Chief Ambers queries, she has been observing Delion for about 20 minutes.

"Take another look at this, maybe try from the other side of the bed." He directed her, obviously not wanting her to tip over again.

The last thing he needs is people thinking that these two got at it in a dead man's death bed, again.

"Do you see the fur sheet here? It sinks down more than it is supposed too, right in the buttocks area." He specifies, removing the sheet after remembering the ends and dents to each detail. "There is even a hole pushed through here, this is not how normal people sleep."

"Are you saying that he got... a companion last night? That can't be it because he has been suffering once losing his wife." Of course thanks to the previous situation, that's the first thing Ambers thought off.

"He possibly got a lover here, because if this hole was here before he went to bed, he wouldn't feel comfortable enough to sleep on it. At least I wouldn't." He specifies once more, describing human behaviour in exact detail, it can be well determined that he is skilled with this craft.

But one thing doesn't really add up, he murmurs it. "Why would a lover kill him though?"

And afterwards asks Ambers if she saw or knows anything. "Did Daril have any enemies, or did any rumour about a lover spread?"

"He doesn't have either of those, I would know about it eventually. This town only has 200 people, well now 198." She became sad all of a sudden now once recalling this minor population drop. "My point is the word gets around quick."

Trying to link everything together, he placed the fur bed sheet at its original position again and saw everything fall back to place almost exactly how it used to be. "If it wasn't a lover, it could have been an enemy or both really."

"How could it be both?" She puzzles, confused. I mean if it was to steal one's wealth then it would be understandable. But Daril was as poor as it gets.

"Here, very close to the pillow you can see that a smaller hole still stands there even after removing and placing back the sheet." Trying to make it as simple as possible so Ambers can understand, he explains. "Someone had his or her hands around Daril's neck."