Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except for Malie.
"Um, Malie, what is that on your shoulder?" Shandra leaned forward, only to find a blob of white goo on Malie's shoulder. She burst out laughing, drawing attention to herself; naturally, everyone else wanted to know what was so funny.
"What is it?" Asked Malie, looking at her shoulder.
"Looks like birdie crap, milady," Bishop chimed in, unhelpfully. Malie seemed unfazed. She shrugged, unknowingly making it move farther down her back.
"Well, as Bevil always said, 'Some days you're the bird and some days you're the statue'." Shandra, looking confused, said, "You don't seem all that bothered by the fact that the bird poo is making it's way down your back."
Malie grinned.
"Mainly because I am appreciating the fact that cows don't fly." Everybody laughed at this, except for Casavir (who was thinking about Old Owl Well) and Sand, who got a handkerchief from his pocket and, frowning, began rubbing the bird's leavings off of the human's back.
"We are supposed to be gathering evidence, dear girl, not letting small animals do essentially the same thing that Torio has done already." Everybody went silent, continuing their journey to Ember.
They saw the well as they approached and Casavir started to walk slightly faster than normal, heading straight for the middle of the village.
Qara was looking slightly nervous. Sand noticed this and chalked it up to the fact that there must be a book nearby. He scanned the village, looking for said book. 'He found it, and walked over to pick it up. Malie followed him over to where he was now standing, not far from Qara, and asked,
"Is that evidence?"
"Yes, it seems that I have found the Quartermaster's log. Hmm, let's see…"
Qara stared in horror at the book, eyes wide. "Tha-That's a lot of letters…and words"
Sand tried to suppress a grin, failing miserably. "It's not as complicated as it seems," His face grew serious as he focused on the book once more, "In fact, over the past few weeks, it doesn't look like many shipments actually came into Ember."
"Not even from Luskan? That's odd," said Shandra.
"Okay, well, we've got evidence, and as long as Sand can prove something with this, I'm happy. Now, let's go see if we can find anything else," replied Malie, taking Shandra's wrist and dragging her over to the well, where Casavir was standing, looking at the water with a wistful expression on his face…
Minutes later, they were trying to haul a six foot tall man covered in plate-mail out of the well.