"Mister Holmes, I remember you as a man of great stature, a man who serves justice, a man who protects the weak, a great man."
Holmes was slightly bemused by the flattery. "What brings you here, my man?" he replied.
"Well sir, the issue is that my longtime friend and companion, Murrell the Barbarian, was recently slain by a man dressed as a ranger. I was hoping that you could assist me in bringing this murderer to justice." The man said in a slightly whiny tone.
"Of course, of course my good man. I can and will most certainly bring justice for you. However, the first order of business to discuss is the monetary reparations I receive for my time."
"Well sir", the man began to say, (Holmes immediately deduced he was not going to be getting paid this time) "I have been plagued by a lengthy series of misfortunes ever since I came to this world. My first quaint little settlement was torn down by marauding thieves and murderers, and my fellow villagers, good, strong, trustworthy men, were struck down by these same raiders.
However, I had the audacity to go against my fate, and I chose to rebuild another settlement, this time with my last living villager, Murrell the Barbarian (whos name originated from his enjoyment of battle). It was not long till Misfortune struck us again, and we were assaulted by a sniper. Murrell was not prepared. Had he been paying attention, he could have quickly scurried to safety. However, he was staring at the stars, when a arrow struck him between the eyes. Please sir, you must help me bring justice for my friend's death." The man finished his story, and quickly brushed away the tears that had built up in his eyes.
"Why of course we will help you!" Watson immediately exclaimed.
"Watson hush!" Holmes said. He was reluctant to do yet more jobs for no pay, but as Watson had already accepted the job (We can hardly call it that), he had no choice but to settle the matter.
"Allright, we shall help you find the perpetrator." Holmes grabbed his trusty magnifying glass, and went to the location the man described (South-east part of the world, near pande. Coords cannot be given since map is down)
O what is this I spy with my little eye, it looks like a scent, it does.
Holmes slowly and precisely lifted the scents off of the ground, and decided to follow them to their source. He eventually approached a small little village built into a mountainside. A nearby sign identified this area as the village "Soul Kitchen".
Holmes decided that it would be bad if he accused the wrong person, so he decided to make sure the perpetrator really did reside there.
Let's take a peek across his fence....
If there's something strange
in your neighborhood
Who ya gonna call?
SHER-LOCKHOLMES
Sherlock senses tingling!
It was beyond a doubt that the murderer lived within the brick wall of the village. However, Holmes could not see an easily accessible way in.
He decided that a group of men, men of justice, would be needed to tear down and eliminate the murderer.
"A call to arms, I say, for men of greatness and virtue, to rally and destroy this bastion of evil! No murderer shall remain unpunished in the lands of decent men! Come to me, to me my brethren. Let us drive these infidels from our home!"
