"So, he was well-dressed," said Sacripant quietly.
"Indeed," said the Sexton. "Those were silks we took from his body. With gold brocade, no less."
"So, a rich man," noted the Erl.
"Most likely," agreed the Sexton.
Sacripant crossed his arms. "Seems odd he'd kill himself," he noted.
"The wealthy do so more often than you'd imagine," replied the Sexton. "They are not quite the rest of us, after all, and are prone to pressures we cannot imagine."
"Sometimes I think I'd like to give it a try," noted Sacripant.
"Hmmm," muttered the Sexton. "Regardless of your feelings, what I say is true. I have seen suicides from numerous leading citizens of Talossa over the years. Especially recently."
"Is that so?" replied Sacripant, an eyebrow perking up.
The Sexton glanced over the room, then turned back to the Erl. "Obviously I cannot go into too much detail, but... well, consider this fellow. While we never identified him... he bore a serpent ring." The man looked at the Erl significantly.
Sacripant glanced at Nathan. "What does that mean?"
Nathan looked away. "Serpent rings are given to Ancients so they may... use them to get out of certain difficulties."
Sacripant nodded to himself. "Huh. Imagine that." He coughed. "So... how many other serpent rings have shown up?"
Nathan blinked. "What are you doing?"
"Checking things," answered the Erl. "That's what the Cthonique pay me to do."