“Actually, yes, homeless guy is mage,” Korbin says, “But I think it quite strange. Our kin usualy tryes to keep the distance from murders. In such case i could only think it has supernatural nature, some kind of pervert sacrificial.”
“I’m not sure,” says the cop. “I’ve seen a lot of sacrifices but I’ve never seen one that uses a gun. Not to mention, the victim is also a mage, which makes this pretty disturbing. Of course, if the homeless guy is who I think he is, it could have been a payment to some sort of spirit. That guy’s always messing with those untrustworthy bastards. And trust a Free Counciler to kill one of their own…but, now, what about you?”
“I came to St. Augustine this morning, just my business,” Korbin says. “We have no official administrations, so i guess i’ve found Masters of the Art in the Cathedral.”
“Business?” asks the cop suspiciously, “What sort of business? Mundane or arcane? You have to admit it’s a bit suspicious for a new mage to show up in town the day another one is murdered…”
Meanwhile, Tatterdemalion emerges from a new-age “occult” shop. He looks around for a bit, and heads towards the church. A young woman leaves the shop behind him, flips the sign to “closed” and heads off in the opposite direction.