From the case files of Lazarus Jones, private eye:

Two swing doors closed off the head of the stairs from whatever was beyond. I pushed them open with my thumbs and went in to the room. It was a long narrow room, not very clean, not very bright, not very cheerful. In the corner, a group of Boggan chanted and chattered in the cone of light over a crap table. There was a bar against the right hand wall. The rest of the room was mostly small round tables. There were a few customers, mostly Boggan.

A large thick-necked Troll was leaning against the end of the bar with pink garters on his shirt sleeves and pink and white suspenders crossing his broad back. He had bouncer written all over him. "No Humans allowed, brother."

Someone was murdering redcaps all around the city of Murias. The police had been ignoring the case. Who cared about a few dead Boggans? I was the only one stupid enough to take the case, but I couldn't get anyone to talk to me. If I was going to solve this case, I was going to need help.

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QUOTES

"It's so much better kissing (an angel) in front of a fountain than effing a guy in a piss-stained mattress." -- Gwen

"Giving him a proper burial may not help him move on, but it'll at least get the body out of the street." -- Tristan

"Can't really take Diego off the reservation, cuz he was never really on it." -- David V.

Fenris the Hunter - Tymen V

Guinevere - Kat L

Tristan - Patrick F

Aresia - David V

Kieran - Seth B

Diego del Fuego - Jeremy B