Intarse Gilgen was a member of the council at Cliffside. He might not have been the most well-liked of the councilmen, but he was a member. Well known for getting on people’s nerves, and had some opinions on how the Hold should be run that made him unpopular. However, this morning, it was generally agreed that he did not deserve the treatment he had received.
That is, Intarse had been found dead.
Now, it was quite, quite clear that he had been murdered. He had been found in a pool of his own blood. This had been a horrifying sight to the folks that had found him in the early morning, and the whole Hold was buzzing with the news, and it had a fair number terrified. In the wake of what happened, the other councilmembers had rather concerned looks on their faces, and security around them was quietly tightened.
There was one person, who watched the events all play out with no small amount of satisfaction. The other councilmembers were safer then they realized, because at least they had been able to keep a civil tongue. However, the pessimistic chatter around the event was right about one thing.