Chapter 1
The Inn
I decided that a good night's sleep was a necessary thing to do. The next morning I was back at Rogueport. After seeing that Watson Toad was carried away, and the area where his drenched corpse laid was taped off by yellow tape, I deemed it a good action to first ask the Inn keeper what her night was like last night. I'm sure she was frightened, normally shrieks loud enough to wake up a whole town's worth of people means the screamer was frightened to an extreme.
I stepped into the Inn to be welcomed by the stench of new alcohol. Whoever bought that stuff was ripped off because that beer hadn't been aged a bit. I knew that the Inn keeper was always upstairs, so I decided to hop up—hey, don't laugh! Those stairs were not designed with bob-ombs in mind!
…Anyways, I got up the stairs and found the Inn keeper spreading blankets on the bed.
"Hello, young lady, I'm Mist—"
"I'm 22." She retorted.
"And I'm 47." I quickly shot back. "I'm Mister Grad, a detective that is trying to solve the case of Watson Toad. Can you—"
"Yea, I know you." She interrupted…again. "You're that one guy who blew up at the pub."
"It was for good reason thank you very much! Can I continue?" I paused to make sure that she didn't spurt up another sentence. "As I was saying, can you tell me about what happened last night?"
"Yea…" The Inn keeper said, her tone slightly changing. "Last night I was just finishing up some chores around the place and making sure everything was tidy, then I suddenly heard two guys from outside yelling. I didn't take too much interest to it, ya know? Then suddenly, I heard a large thud, and a sharp yell, and then I thought something had happen ''—"
"Miss…" I tried stopping her.
"'''tknowwhattodoandsaid'weshouldn''butIthoughtthat—"
"Miss…"
"'''it'sok'andIsaid'butaguy'sdead'and—"
"That's quite enough Miss!" I finally shouted, making her petrify in front of me. "You helped enough, I'll be leaving now, thank you. All I need to know now is if the second floor door is unlocked."
"Oh…yea." The Inn keeper said. She spun around and went back to spreading the blankets.
What an odd young lady.
Okay, I gathered from that she heard people yelling at each other, two of them exactly outside and she heard a final yell and a large thud, so something definitely dropped. I decided that whatever dropped came from the second floor, and apparently there's a door that goes outside onto the roofs. I went outside to find a small walkway that led to the roofs across to a…store? What on earth was a store doing on a roof? That makes absolutely no sense! But wait…this is Rogueport. Nothing makes sense here. Anyways, I thought that the object seemed round, perhaps with a cylinder-like shape. I turned around to see if anything was out of place. As my eyes peered upon the side of the Inn, I noticed one thing that stood out: a whole section of the drain pipe was missing! It was a perfect fit! The pipe had a cylinder shape and a just the right size to be the blunt force trauma on Watson Toad! And do you know what else? I thought I heard that odd Inn keeper say something about a guest at the Inn something about a guest disappearing around the time of the murder. I quickly went back inside to confirm my suspicion.
"Miss?" I begun as I found her, sweeping next to the beds. "In the fewest words that you could possibly ever imagine for the sake of my sanity, can you tell me who the guest of yours was here last night?"
"Uh, well, he's not really someone I can describe because he's always wearing a cloak and talking weird. I think he's a mouse though…maybe a rat…"
"That's good enough! Say no more!" I quickly interjected. I had my first suspect! I quickly left the Inn and attempted to breath in a breath of fresh air…only to be met by pollution and the smell of rotting everything. Oh well, doesn't matter. I had a lead and now all I had to do was find this cloaked mouse!
…or rat.
