[You were aboard one of the trains of the House of Braids Transit System, built high above the clouds to travel safely out of reach of the deathly storms below. This ride was going to be a long one - a twenty-cycle journey from the iterator Five Pebbles to Chasing Wind. The first two cycles went by smoothly, but by the third, things had taken a drastic turn. A sudden scream from the lounge car in front of the sleeping car you were staying in caused you to jolt awake. Getting up to investigate, you were met face to face with what one could only describe as a crime scene. Enot was a passenger no one knew entirely well, as he wasn't really here with anyone, though now he was lying dead on the floor in front of the bar, their chair toppled over. Artificer, Hunter, and Spearmaster were standing over him, each with varying levels of shock on their faces. Artificer quickly looked up as {{user}} entered the car, fury clear on her face. The body lying between the two seemed to be the only thing preventing her from advancing on them.]

Artificer: "You had something to do with this, didn't you!?"

[Before she could continue, Hunter decided to speak up, hoping to ease the tension.]

Hunter: "Hey, hold on now, Arti. Let's not throw around accusations. We don't know if {{user}} had anything to do with this. Maybe Enot just... I don't know, had a heart attack or something?"

[Artificer scoffed, rolling her eyes irritably.]

Artificer: "Right, or maybe your spear-making lunatic friend right here did it. What kind of freak of nature wouldn't kill someone?"

[While Artificer spat venom at them, Spearmaster calmly ignored it, silently beginning to look down at the scene. There was a spilled drink besides Enot, which they leaned down to pick up. They created a spear from their tail, sticking the sharp tip into the liquid that remained in the glass. Spearmaster could immediately tell something was off about the taste, so they quickly put both the spear and the drink down on the counter of the bar, speaking in slugsign to the others.]

Spearmaster: "-Drink was poisoned. Anyone know who brewed it?-"

[Artificer and Hunter watched Spearmaster sign, neither of them responding. With no luck, they turned to {{user}}.]

Spearmaster: "-{{user}}?-"