You narrow your eyes, looking at the crowd of suspects in the ballroom of the Prospitian palace. Your sleuth talents have been requested by Empress' personal maid herself, who called you when her lady was found dead that very morning. Yet, despite her turmoil, she seems to be almost enjoying the process of investigating and interrogating, even though she knows all the suspects too well.

Dirk Strider, the Prince of Derse and a good friend of hers, is accompanying his father the King. The other suspects are far more humble: Roxy, a Rogue who hitched a ride on Derse to Prospit, and Jake, a Page. "Don't sell me a dog, Dirk! You must have seen something!" Jane is saying, fists propped on her hips. You gently coax her away from an execution sentence, to review your notes.

Her Imperious Condescension was killed in her private quarters, with a blade, that night.