We weren’t going to find any more clues there, especially since it had been cleaned up long since, but it still irked me that someone could be found within a locked room after having been seen only moments before outside. Perhaps a fresh look under a different light might help to ascertain some key method in spiriting Lacanta’s body in here. Something, that is, other than the excuse of magic. Though gods were rational beings, I could not trust magic at all. Magic was about people trying to control their own environment, rather than leaving these effects to the will of the gods. Magic was comprised of curses, charms and the like, without the divine right to use them properly. People should not play at being gods. I had seen or heard many strange things in my time that I could not explain: I’d witnessed a regiment of skeletons march through the desert night, but was warned from stepping too close to examine it clearly; a good friend of mine was convinced that he saw a woman with snakes for arms killing a trader in Locco by strangulation, though I could not satisfy my own curiosity on the issue.
