232 Evading the swirling storm

In one of the dark forests of the Storm Kingdom, Raylen stood with a grim expression on his face. Beside him stood Westley, displaying his usual expressionless demeanour. Their eyes were trained on the dead body found by one of the local residents only two hours prior. 

"King Raylen," one of the officers in charge of the town reported, "We have finished questioning the man who discovered the body. He said that the dead woman's hand was sticking out of the ground." 

"And what was he doing out here so late in the night?" Westley inquired of the officer. 

"He claimed he was returning from Deathfall when he stumbled in here to relieve himself," the man explained. "I don't think he had anything to do with it." 

"Detain him in a cell," Raylen instructed, and the officer's eyebrows rose in question. 

"Do you suspect he's the culprit, My King?"