88. Big Sister Is on the Case!
Chandagnac
Broken Robot
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Here's the latest chapter. I hope you enjoy it:
From her own research, Bellona believed that the ghost ship had some connection with Egan Korentyne, a Rivayni admiral who had fought off an invasion by the Aspiti Empire seeking to take advantage of Quellonia while it was ravaged by civil war; according to the official histories, Korentyne had lost the battle and most of his fleet, but in doing so had inflicted such disastrous damage that the Aspitis had been unable to continue with their planned invasion. Indeed, their victory had been so costly, in terms of ships and men, that they had avoided going to war with Quellonia ever since.
Why did this ghost ship only appear recently? She wondered. It's been two centuries. Most ghosts make their presence felt almost immediately. Why the delay, in this case? Has something changed?
In her visit to Flotsam, she'd expected to pick up a few ritual ingredients and listen to dockside rumours about the ghost ship. She hadn't expected to have to solve the mystery of Moraine's disappearance. She'd been afraid that the alcoholic former prostitute would slip back into bad habits and that she'd have to deal with the consequences, but she hadn't expected her to disappear altogether. Also, Elys' insistence on playing detective and dragging her friends along with her was causing her a great deal of stress. Elys had a wonderful imagination; she often played games of make-believe, dreaming up imaginary worlds where she ruled over her friends like a little tyrant… or something like that. Really, Bellona hadn't paid enough attention to what happened in Elys' games to be sure of what they actually involved; she'd only glanced at them briefly while she'd been busy with other things. Still, she admired Elys's adventurous spirit, but she worried that it might lead her into danger, especially since she showed little awareness of how perilous a town like Flotsam could be. She didn't want to have to protect Elys and her friends from criminal gangs who wanted to kidnap and enslave them, or anything like that. Not because she wasn't capable of protecting them; she was, but she'd prefer not to have to.
While Elys conducted her own investigation, Bellona passed some of the time planning how she'd protect them if it came to a fight. Throw an illusion over them to hide them, shout at them to get behind cover, summon a spirit weapon, mentally dominate one of the attackers and get them fighting among themselves, use illusions to distract or blind my enemies, summon a warrior spirit to aid me… She was confident that she could put up a good fight, if it came to it.
Before long, she came to the conclusion that Elys and her friends shouldn't be involved in this. They were just little girls! Yes, even Catharne the dragon-horse-thing! They definitely shouldn't be investigating something as sordid and seamy as the story of Moraine's disappearance was shaping up to be. She would spare them the grisly details if she could.
Bellona waited until she and Jana had left the Drink. Then, she cast around with her second sight, looking for traces of Moraine's soul. She nodded thoughtfully and said, 'I'll be back.'
Outside, she told Elys and her friends, 'Roylott Flawse has a base up on the hill. Most likely, that's where we'll find your parents. You'll be safe there.' She hesitated. After she'd cast a minor spell to make it impossible for anyone outside their little circle to eavesdrop on their conversation, she said, 'By the way, you should know… somebody lied to you. I looked around the Drink and saw barely any traces of Jana's mother having been there.'
'So… the bartender lied about her going to the Drink every few nights?' said Elys, frowning.
'He lied about her trying to get men to buy drinks for her?' Jana said sharply.
'From what I saw, Moraine had been there once or twice, but not for long enough to leave much of an impression,' Bellona replied.
'Bastard. I'm going to kill him,' said Jana, drawing her cold iron dagger from seemingly nowhere.
'Please don't. Let Belle handle this,' said Elys. 'Put the dagger away, Jana.'
'I'm going to find your mother,' Bellona promised. 'There's still a chance I'll find her alive and well. That'll be more difficult if you start killing people who might not have been involved.'
'But he-!'
'Yes, he lied. Perhaps he was involved. Perhaps he's just a raving misogynist. Perhaps he enjoys telling cruel lies to young girls. I don't know. But I mean to find out.'
Elys glanced uneasily around the filthy, shadowy street. 'Let's just get out of here.'
*
In the stronghold on the hill, Elys was reunited with her parents. Excitedly, she told them all about her recent adventures. Jana told them that her mother was missing and asked for help finding her. Catharne seemed glad to have found a building that was large enough for her to go inside. Bellona left them to it.
She spoke to Flotsam's governor, Roylott Flawse. In the years since he'd been given the job, he'd put on weight and a few wrinkles. He seemed to have lost some of his good humour; he wore a near-permanent worried frown. Still, his eyes were as sharp and knowing as ever.
'I asked you to keep an eye on Moraine,' she said. 'Did you?'
'Yes,' he said. 'One of my informants checked in on her just yesterday.'
'Just yesterday? Huh. I got the impression that she'd been gone for longer than that.'
'Yesterday, she was buying a few things in anticipation of her daughter's visit. She seemed happy,' said Flawse, paging back through his notebook.
'Do you happen to know what she bought?'
'Milk, eggs, flour, dried fruit. She said she was going to make a cake.'
'I didn't find any of that stuff in her lodgings. Hmm. Her daughter sent her some money each month. Do you know what she did with it?'
'She spent some of it to supplement her income, but didn't seem to know what to do with the rest. So, she asked me to look after it for her.'
'Why would she do that?'
'Well… she knew that I'd been asked to watch over her. She was renting her apartment from me. Very reasonable rates, I assure you. Almost negligible. And she'd got to know some of my informants by sight; Flotsam isn't a very big town. I suppose she thought the money would be safer with me than under the floorboards or wherever she might have hidden it.'
'May I see it?'
Flawse nodded. He showed her to his strongroom. The door was barred and had multiple locks to prevent intrusion. Inside, there were several large ironbound chests. Flawse unlocked one of them, opened it, and removed a drawstring bag that was filled almost to bulging. He poured out a pile of silver shards onto his desk. 'More than fifty shards,' he said, arranging them in stacks.
'That's a year of Jana's pay,' said Bellona, astonished.
'She loves her mother,' said Flawse with a shrug. 'And, to her credit, it seemed like Moraine was trying to improve herself.'
'So… she hadn't fallen back into bad habits?'
'Not according to any of my informants. She was staying off the drink, trying to support herself by washing and sewing and doing a few other odd jobs. She was doing her best.'
'If she'd gone to a tavern… why would she have done that, if she didn't drink?'
'She was trying to make friends. I don't think she was much good at it, which is probably one reason why she gave so much money to me for safekeeping; she knew she could be overly generous and was wary of being ripped off. But, uh… a tavern is a community hub, where people get together. It's more difficult if you don't drink, or you're trying not to drink, but Moraine might have gone there to meet some of her friends.'
'Or people she thought were friends,' Bellona mused. 'Thank you, Roylott. You've given me much to think about.'
'Anything else you need?'
'No. But I'll probably need you and some of your soldiers later. By the way, do you know anything about Sea Ghoul cultists in this town?'
'I've heard rumours. I suspect them of being involved in a few back-alley murders and killing one of my informants. I've got people hunting for them.'
'Do you know where they might be hiding?'
'Not really,' Flawse admitted. 'Most of what I know about them is based on circumstantial evidence. I'd be grateful for anything you can find out.'
'Back-alley murders?' Bellona paused, considering. 'Can you tell me where exactly?'
'I'll show you a map. I've plotted the locations of incidents the cultists might have been involved in. I can't see any pattern. Maybe you can,' said Flawse.
*
Possibly the next thing she should have done was to find some of Moraine's "friends" and ask them if they knew anything about her whereabouts. However, Bellona knew her persuasive skills weren't the best; she had no real aptitude for wheedling information out of people. On the other hand, she was a powerful necromancer. And there are secrets known only to the dead.
Following Flawse's map, she headed to the back alley where the corpse of one of his informants had been found. A scarred man with only one hand, he'd posed as a crippled beggar. Two weeks ago, someone had stabbed him; he'd run away, found a place to hide, and slowly bled to death. His body had been found by Flawse's men a few days later, when someone noticed the slightly-worse-than-usual stink.
When she found the place where his body had passed away, Bellona used her magic to call his soul back from the Halls of the Dead. Then, she reconstructed his soul – just a little – to give him back his sense of self, so she could talk to him. His ghost looked like the appearance of a grubby old man with a scraggly beard. Phantom blood oozed from a gaping wound in his chest. He only had one hand; apparently, he'd lost the other in a battle against pirates. Seeing her, he gave Bellona a lopsided grin.
'Ooh, what an honour,' he said. 'Never thought I was important enough for my death to be investigated by old King Gareth's court mage. I mean, that's why I'm here, right?'
'You are Kellon Milward?' asked Bellona. 'How did you die?'
'Sea Ghoul cultists, I think. I mean, I was investigating them. I found out they'd been kidnapping homeless people off the streets. And not just homeless people. People they thought nobody would miss. I was going to tell Cap'n Flawse what I'd found out, but… uh, they caught up with me first. Stabbed me. I ran away, otherwise they'd have stolen my soul, but by then I was a goner.'
'Do you know where I can find their hideout?'
'They've got a few meeting places around town, I think. I'm not sure where their actual hideout is, but I'd guess it's underground somewhere: a large cellar, or similar. That's where they'll be making sacrifices to their evil gods: somewhere in the dark and deep.'
'Do you know Moraine Netpicker? Did Flawse ever assign you to keep an eye on her?'
'Yeah. Nice woman. She'd usually drop a few coppers into my bowl. Even when I'm fairly sure she realised I was one of Flawse's informants. She… she'd had a hard life, I could tell, but she was trying to make it better. She was trying to be good, to be kind and sympathetic. She tried to make friends with the other washerwomen 'round here, but they rejected her. So, she made friends with some of the working girls. Never judged them for the choices they'd made, but she wanted to help them. Gave them food when they were down on their luck, patched them up when someone had been rough with them, and was a shoulder to cry on when they needed it. She was like a mother to those girls.'
'If only she'd been a mother to her actual daughter,' Bellona said acidly.
Kellon Milward's ghost winced. 'I'm not saying she was perfect. But she was trying to make up for the mistakes she'd made. She strived to be a better person.'
'That was unkind of me,' Bellona admitted. 'I served as Moraine's counsellor for a number of years; I tried to help her get over her depression and addiction to alcohol, but I feared that she'd lapse into bad habits as soon as I took my eyes off her. Perhaps I should have had more faith in her.'
'And more faith in your own abilities,' said the ghost with an encouraging smile. 'I mean, if you were Moraine's counsellor, you must've done a good job.'
'Moraine has disappeared. Do you know what might have happened to her?'
'Kidnapped by Sea Ghoul cultists? I know they kidnapped a few of her friends, the girls she was trying to look after. Or… I know one of them said she didn't want to be a whore no more. Moraine said she'd sponsor her to move somewhere else and start a new life. Could be her pimp took offense at Moraine interfering in his business. I don't know what he'd have done…' The ghost shrugged. 'I wasn't around for any of that. I was gone, by then.'
'Thank you for talking to me,' said Bellona, bowing her head. 'You've been very helpful.'
'I hope you hunt down the cultists who did this to me,' he said, indicating his chest wound. 'Good luck finding Moraine. And… goodbye, I guess.'
'I wish you well in the next life,' said Bellona. She took a moment to restore his soul to the state it had been in before she'd summoned it. Afterwards, she sent it back to the Halls of the Forgotten God to await reincarnation.
Reviewing her investigation so far, what conclusions did Bellona come to?
1. The sailor who said "Jana's mother liked to frequent a local watering hole" was:
[] Sailor: telling the truth as he saw it.
[] Sailor: lying.
[] Sailor: exaggerating.
[] Sailor: mistaken.
[] Sailor: involved in her disappearance.
2. The shifty young fellow who called Jana's mother a whore was:
[] Shifty: telling the truth as he saw it.
[] Shifty: just being nasty.
[] Shifty: involved in her disappearance.
3. The bartender of the Drink who said that Jana's mother "comes here looking for a pickup" was:
[] Bartender: telling the truth as he saw it.
[] Bartender: lying.
[] Bartender: mistaken.
[] Bartender: trying to get extra money out of you.
[] Bartender: involved in her disappearance.
4. When Roylott Flawse said that Jana's mother "was staying off the drink" he was:
[] Flawse: telling the truth as he saw it.
[] Flawse: lying.
[] Flawse: mistaken.
[] Flawse: involved in her disappearance.
5. Kellon Milward's ghost (who called Jana's mother "a nice lady") was:
[] Milward: telling the truth as he saw it.
[] Milward: lying.
[] Milward: mistaken.
[] Milward: involved in her disappearance.
What did Bellona decide to do next?
[] Write in.
*
Big Sister Is on the Case!
On that bright, chilly morning, Bellona had woken with a burning feeling of curiosity like a goad in her side. Somewhere out there was a mystery to be solved; she felt the tantalizing lure of a discovery yet to be made. She'd heard rumours of a ghost ship that had risen from the depths and started attacking Aspiti ships. From the testimony of some of the survivors, she knew it was a warship of a style that had been common a few centuries ago; crewed by the ghosts of Queli sailors and the hate-filled spectre of a powerful wizard, it had become a dark legend among sailors of the Sea of Squalls.Big Sister Is on the Case!
From her own research, Bellona believed that the ghost ship had some connection with Egan Korentyne, a Rivayni admiral who had fought off an invasion by the Aspiti Empire seeking to take advantage of Quellonia while it was ravaged by civil war; according to the official histories, Korentyne had lost the battle and most of his fleet, but in doing so had inflicted such disastrous damage that the Aspitis had been unable to continue with their planned invasion. Indeed, their victory had been so costly, in terms of ships and men, that they had avoided going to war with Quellonia ever since.
Why did this ghost ship only appear recently? She wondered. It's been two centuries. Most ghosts make their presence felt almost immediately. Why the delay, in this case? Has something changed?
In her visit to Flotsam, she'd expected to pick up a few ritual ingredients and listen to dockside rumours about the ghost ship. She hadn't expected to have to solve the mystery of Moraine's disappearance. She'd been afraid that the alcoholic former prostitute would slip back into bad habits and that she'd have to deal with the consequences, but she hadn't expected her to disappear altogether. Also, Elys' insistence on playing detective and dragging her friends along with her was causing her a great deal of stress. Elys had a wonderful imagination; she often played games of make-believe, dreaming up imaginary worlds where she ruled over her friends like a little tyrant… or something like that. Really, Bellona hadn't paid enough attention to what happened in Elys' games to be sure of what they actually involved; she'd only glanced at them briefly while she'd been busy with other things. Still, she admired Elys's adventurous spirit, but she worried that it might lead her into danger, especially since she showed little awareness of how perilous a town like Flotsam could be. She didn't want to have to protect Elys and her friends from criminal gangs who wanted to kidnap and enslave them, or anything like that. Not because she wasn't capable of protecting them; she was, but she'd prefer not to have to.
While Elys conducted her own investigation, Bellona passed some of the time planning how she'd protect them if it came to a fight. Throw an illusion over them to hide them, shout at them to get behind cover, summon a spirit weapon, mentally dominate one of the attackers and get them fighting among themselves, use illusions to distract or blind my enemies, summon a warrior spirit to aid me… She was confident that she could put up a good fight, if it came to it.
Before long, she came to the conclusion that Elys and her friends shouldn't be involved in this. They were just little girls! Yes, even Catharne the dragon-horse-thing! They definitely shouldn't be investigating something as sordid and seamy as the story of Moraine's disappearance was shaping up to be. She would spare them the grisly details if she could.
To her credit, Elys didn't argue. She merely and said, 'Yes, I think that would be for the best.'
Bellona waited until she and Jana had left the Drink. Then, she cast around with her second sight, looking for traces of Moraine's soul. She nodded thoughtfully and said, 'I'll be back.'
Outside, she told Elys and her friends, 'Roylott Flawse has a base up on the hill. Most likely, that's where we'll find your parents. You'll be safe there.' She hesitated. After she'd cast a minor spell to make it impossible for anyone outside their little circle to eavesdrop on their conversation, she said, 'By the way, you should know… somebody lied to you. I looked around the Drink and saw barely any traces of Jana's mother having been there.'
'So… the bartender lied about her going to the Drink every few nights?' said Elys, frowning.
'He lied about her trying to get men to buy drinks for her?' Jana said sharply.
'From what I saw, Moraine had been there once or twice, but not for long enough to leave much of an impression,' Bellona replied.
'Bastard. I'm going to kill him,' said Jana, drawing her cold iron dagger from seemingly nowhere.
'Please don't. Let Belle handle this,' said Elys. 'Put the dagger away, Jana.'
'I'm going to find your mother,' Bellona promised. 'There's still a chance I'll find her alive and well. That'll be more difficult if you start killing people who might not have been involved.'
'But he-!'
'Yes, he lied. Perhaps he was involved. Perhaps he's just a raving misogynist. Perhaps he enjoys telling cruel lies to young girls. I don't know. But I mean to find out.'
Elys glanced uneasily around the filthy, shadowy street. 'Let's just get out of here.'
*
In the stronghold on the hill, Elys was reunited with her parents. Excitedly, she told them all about her recent adventures. Jana told them that her mother was missing and asked for help finding her. Catharne seemed glad to have found a building that was large enough for her to go inside. Bellona left them to it.
She spoke to Flotsam's governor, Roylott Flawse. In the years since he'd been given the job, he'd put on weight and a few wrinkles. He seemed to have lost some of his good humour; he wore a near-permanent worried frown. Still, his eyes were as sharp and knowing as ever.
'I asked you to keep an eye on Moraine,' she said. 'Did you?'
'Yes,' he said. 'One of my informants checked in on her just yesterday.'
'Just yesterday? Huh. I got the impression that she'd been gone for longer than that.'
'Yesterday, she was buying a few things in anticipation of her daughter's visit. She seemed happy,' said Flawse, paging back through his notebook.
'Do you happen to know what she bought?'
'Milk, eggs, flour, dried fruit. She said she was going to make a cake.'
'I didn't find any of that stuff in her lodgings. Hmm. Her daughter sent her some money each month. Do you know what she did with it?'
'She spent some of it to supplement her income, but didn't seem to know what to do with the rest. So, she asked me to look after it for her.'
'Why would she do that?'
'Well… she knew that I'd been asked to watch over her. She was renting her apartment from me. Very reasonable rates, I assure you. Almost negligible. And she'd got to know some of my informants by sight; Flotsam isn't a very big town. I suppose she thought the money would be safer with me than under the floorboards or wherever she might have hidden it.'
'May I see it?'
Flawse nodded. He showed her to his strongroom. The door was barred and had multiple locks to prevent intrusion. Inside, there were several large ironbound chests. Flawse unlocked one of them, opened it, and removed a drawstring bag that was filled almost to bulging. He poured out a pile of silver shards onto his desk. 'More than fifty shards,' he said, arranging them in stacks.
'That's a year of Jana's pay,' said Bellona, astonished.
'She loves her mother,' said Flawse with a shrug. 'And, to her credit, it seemed like Moraine was trying to improve herself.'
'So… she hadn't fallen back into bad habits?'
'Not according to any of my informants. She was staying off the drink, trying to support herself by washing and sewing and doing a few other odd jobs. She was doing her best.'
'If she'd gone to a tavern… why would she have done that, if she didn't drink?'
'She was trying to make friends. I don't think she was much good at it, which is probably one reason why she gave so much money to me for safekeeping; she knew she could be overly generous and was wary of being ripped off. But, uh… a tavern is a community hub, where people get together. It's more difficult if you don't drink, or you're trying not to drink, but Moraine might have gone there to meet some of her friends.'
'Or people she thought were friends,' Bellona mused. 'Thank you, Roylott. You've given me much to think about.'
'Anything else you need?'
'No. But I'll probably need you and some of your soldiers later. By the way, do you know anything about Sea Ghoul cultists in this town?'
'I've heard rumours. I suspect them of being involved in a few back-alley murders and killing one of my informants. I've got people hunting for them.'
'Do you know where they might be hiding?'
'Not really,' Flawse admitted. 'Most of what I know about them is based on circumstantial evidence. I'd be grateful for anything you can find out.'
'Back-alley murders?' Bellona paused, considering. 'Can you tell me where exactly?'
'I'll show you a map. I've plotted the locations of incidents the cultists might have been involved in. I can't see any pattern. Maybe you can,' said Flawse.
*
Possibly the next thing she should have done was to find some of Moraine's "friends" and ask them if they knew anything about her whereabouts. However, Bellona knew her persuasive skills weren't the best; she had no real aptitude for wheedling information out of people. On the other hand, she was a powerful necromancer. And there are secrets known only to the dead.
Following Flawse's map, she headed to the back alley where the corpse of one of his informants had been found. A scarred man with only one hand, he'd posed as a crippled beggar. Two weeks ago, someone had stabbed him; he'd run away, found a place to hide, and slowly bled to death. His body had been found by Flawse's men a few days later, when someone noticed the slightly-worse-than-usual stink.
When she found the place where his body had passed away, Bellona used her magic to call his soul back from the Halls of the Dead. Then, she reconstructed his soul – just a little – to give him back his sense of self, so she could talk to him. His ghost looked like the appearance of a grubby old man with a scraggly beard. Phantom blood oozed from a gaping wound in his chest. He only had one hand; apparently, he'd lost the other in a battle against pirates. Seeing her, he gave Bellona a lopsided grin.
'Ooh, what an honour,' he said. 'Never thought I was important enough for my death to be investigated by old King Gareth's court mage. I mean, that's why I'm here, right?'
'You are Kellon Milward?' asked Bellona. 'How did you die?'
'Sea Ghoul cultists, I think. I mean, I was investigating them. I found out they'd been kidnapping homeless people off the streets. And not just homeless people. People they thought nobody would miss. I was going to tell Cap'n Flawse what I'd found out, but… uh, they caught up with me first. Stabbed me. I ran away, otherwise they'd have stolen my soul, but by then I was a goner.'
'Do you know where I can find their hideout?'
'They've got a few meeting places around town, I think. I'm not sure where their actual hideout is, but I'd guess it's underground somewhere: a large cellar, or similar. That's where they'll be making sacrifices to their evil gods: somewhere in the dark and deep.'
'Do you know Moraine Netpicker? Did Flawse ever assign you to keep an eye on her?'
'Yeah. Nice woman. She'd usually drop a few coppers into my bowl. Even when I'm fairly sure she realised I was one of Flawse's informants. She… she'd had a hard life, I could tell, but she was trying to make it better. She was trying to be good, to be kind and sympathetic. She tried to make friends with the other washerwomen 'round here, but they rejected her. So, she made friends with some of the working girls. Never judged them for the choices they'd made, but she wanted to help them. Gave them food when they were down on their luck, patched them up when someone had been rough with them, and was a shoulder to cry on when they needed it. She was like a mother to those girls.'
'If only she'd been a mother to her actual daughter,' Bellona said acidly.
Kellon Milward's ghost winced. 'I'm not saying she was perfect. But she was trying to make up for the mistakes she'd made. She strived to be a better person.'
'That was unkind of me,' Bellona admitted. 'I served as Moraine's counsellor for a number of years; I tried to help her get over her depression and addiction to alcohol, but I feared that she'd lapse into bad habits as soon as I took my eyes off her. Perhaps I should have had more faith in her.'
'And more faith in your own abilities,' said the ghost with an encouraging smile. 'I mean, if you were Moraine's counsellor, you must've done a good job.'
'Moraine has disappeared. Do you know what might have happened to her?'
'Kidnapped by Sea Ghoul cultists? I know they kidnapped a few of her friends, the girls she was trying to look after. Or… I know one of them said she didn't want to be a whore no more. Moraine said she'd sponsor her to move somewhere else and start a new life. Could be her pimp took offense at Moraine interfering in his business. I don't know what he'd have done…' The ghost shrugged. 'I wasn't around for any of that. I was gone, by then.'
'Thank you for talking to me,' said Bellona, bowing her head. 'You've been very helpful.'
'I hope you hunt down the cultists who did this to me,' he said, indicating his chest wound. 'Good luck finding Moraine. And… goodbye, I guess.'
'I wish you well in the next life,' said Bellona. She took a moment to restore his soul to the state it had been in before she'd summoned it. Afterwards, she sent it back to the Halls of the Forgotten God to await reincarnation.
Reviewing her investigation so far, what conclusions did Bellona come to?
1. The sailor who said "Jana's mother liked to frequent a local watering hole" was:
[] Sailor: telling the truth as he saw it.
[] Sailor: lying.
[] Sailor: exaggerating.
[] Sailor: mistaken.
[] Sailor: involved in her disappearance.
2. The shifty young fellow who called Jana's mother a whore was:
[] Shifty: telling the truth as he saw it.
[] Shifty: just being nasty.
[] Shifty: involved in her disappearance.
3. The bartender of the Drink who said that Jana's mother "comes here looking for a pickup" was:
[] Bartender: telling the truth as he saw it.
[] Bartender: lying.
[] Bartender: mistaken.
[] Bartender: trying to get extra money out of you.
[] Bartender: involved in her disappearance.
4. When Roylott Flawse said that Jana's mother "was staying off the drink" he was:
[] Flawse: telling the truth as he saw it.
[] Flawse: lying.
[] Flawse: mistaken.
[] Flawse: involved in her disappearance.
5. Kellon Milward's ghost (who called Jana's mother "a nice lady") was:
[] Milward: telling the truth as he saw it.
[] Milward: lying.
[] Milward: mistaken.
[] Milward: involved in her disappearance.
What did Bellona decide to do next?
[] Write in.
What you decide to do next will depend entirely on who you think has been lying to you. But if no one comes up with any ideas for what you might do next, I'll post a list of possible options sometime in the next week.
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